well, after the previous outburst, i have to say that i feel somewhat better. though certain thoughts still race in my mind. don't know why i enjoy reading romantic novels.. i just got started on one today and just finished most of it just now. well, maybe i'm a sucker for romance. so these type of boy meets girl and boy gets hit by girl repeatedly and girl ends up liking him but does not confess her feelings and boy feels the same way ending with the boy dying to protect her type of story. to a large extent i tend to prefer and relate better to sad endings rather than happy ones but of course since it was a romantic comedy type which had to go on, boy was later resurrected under rather hilarious circumstances. in any case, perhaps my own story is just waiting for the next chapter to begin. is that so?

i gave you my heart in my hand,
but you cut my hand off,
taking my heart and using it for target practice,
before roasting it over a flame
and later feeding it to the dogs.
you then proceeded to kick me into a pit full of spikes,
where you left me to bleed.
and later expected me to climb out,
and pretend that nothing happened and continue being friends.

if you think i can do that,
then i got three words for you..
I HATE YOU!