Why do you do it?

And you still have the capacity to make me feel like a piece of dirt. Nothing worth anything. Useless. Pointless. Nothing. I hate the way you look at me, like i've done something wrong. I hate the way you call me seedy. I hate the way you talk about the people i hang out with. I hate that you think you have any right whatsoever to say anything about my business. I am learning to hate you.

I want you to see yourself as i see you. I want you to see what you do. I want you to see how you make me feel. I want you to choke on your condescending words. I want your approval. Still. Like i was 16 all over again.

But it's alright. I'll get over it soon. Just like i got over you.

3:45 a.m. - 2008-02-23