Why I Hate Him
May 5, 2009
He makes me confused about me. He causes me, almost forces me, to stretch and grow when he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. He makes me feel things and experience things I haven’t felt or experienced before. I want to say I love you and give him more of my heart, but my brain tells me that’s not a good idea. I keep finding more things to appreciate about him when I think it might be easier to decide I really do hate him. Yep, this reflects my life.
Entry Filed under: boys, me. Tags: confused, love, Men, oh shit, relationships.
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LILY | May 6, 2009 at 1:28 am
you sound like a middle school girl. haha
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wwpamelaannwood | May 7, 2009 at 2:42 am
ouCH.
I think my wording’s at least a little more sufisticated.