It's pathetically sad. Over and over again, chance after chance, history repeats itself in the form of your rotten self-pity screwing everything up. And after the 101th time of repetition, here I am frustrating myself over your lack of understanding. Is it me not being kind enough, and you simply being too screwed up for kindness to help.

Sometimes I wish I never hav to talk to you again. Your self pity is detestful. But I always tell myself to give you another chance, to believe you could see some light in it. That even until such a twisted end, that perhaps some form of bond might still be kept. But, really, your self pity is so rotten and putrid, you make the good in you turn bad. And this is half the reason why things have the end this way. You've driven me so far away with the pathetic state you constantly immerse yourself into, beyond logic or reason, just pure destructive self-pity. And you become so blinded. Your warped mind convults every thing around you. Even light becomes darkness just by your own thoughts. Sometimes I want to say I care for you, but really I don't know how to anymore, let alone subject myself to your mocking ridicule of me being non-caring of anything less than your self-centered expectation.

There's only one reason why I keep getting worked up despite telling myself to just screw this shit. It's because I care, whether or not your self-pity infested mind is able to understand that. I tell myself not to care, yet something about you compels me otherwise, and I hate it. I hate myself for loving you so.

So dammit, you know dammit. Here's to a fool pointlessly trying to make things objective to a person deeply absorbed in self-pity. I should seriously learn to shut up, and realize that nothing's gonna help, however logical or reasonable it's supposed to be. Dammit, if you want to screw yourself with your bastardly thoughts, by all means I will now leave you to them, as much as I hatefully regret so. Need to stop letting myself get so poisoned with your ridiculous nonsense. I myself am becoming obsessed, angry and unforgiving. I ought to swear to myself not to give you another chance. I no longer should have a need or desire for anything I say to be understood by you so I shouldn't even bother worrying how you might misinterpret things as you so often do. The effort and emotions put into trying to get you to understand the truth can be better invested more productively in building up people who cherishes it.

Go vent your need for constant self-victimization and attention to your tremendous disastrous state of hurts and sorryness to some other idiot who "cares" more.

It's pathetically sad. Over and over again, chance after chance, history repeats itself in the form of your rotten self-pity screwing everything up. And after the 101th time of repetition, here I am frustrating myself over your lack of understanding. Is it me not being kind enough, and you simply being too screwed up for kindness to help.

Sometimes I wish I never hav to talk to you again. Your self pity is detestful. But I always tell myself to give you another chance, to believe you could see some light in it. That even until such a twisted end, that perhaps some form of bond might still be kept. But, really, your self pity is so rotten and putrid, you make the good in you turn bad. And this is half the reason why things have the end this way. You've driven me so far away with the pathetic state you constantly immerse yourself into, beyond logic or reason, just pure destructive self-pity. And you become so blinded. Your warped mind convults every thing around you. Even light becomes darkness just by your own thoughts. Sometimes I want to say I care for you, but really I don't know how to anymore, let alone subject myself to your mocking ridicule of me being non-caring of anything less than your self-centered expectation.

There's only one reason why I keep getting worked up despite telling myself to just screw this shit. It's because I care, whether or not your self-pity infested mind is able to understand that. I tell myself not to care, yet something about you compels me otherwise, and I hate it. I hate myself for loving you so.

So dammit, you know dammit. Here's to a fool pointlessly trying to make things objective to a person deeply absorbed in self-pity. I should seriously learn to shut up, and realize that nothing's gonna help, however logical or reasonable it's supposed to be. Dammit, if you want to screw yourself with your bastardly thoughts, by all means I will now leave you to them, as much as I hatefully regret so. Need to stop letting myself get so poisoned with your ridiculous nonsense. I myself am becoming obsessed, angry and unforgiving. I ought to swear to myself not to give you another chance. I no longer should have a need or desire for anything I say to be understood by you so I shouldn't even bother worrying how you might misinterpret things as you so often do. The effort and emotions put into trying to get you to understand the truth can be better invested more productively in building up people who cherishes it.

Go vent your need for constant self-victimization and attention to your tremendous disastrous state of hurts and sorryness to some other idiot who "cares" more.