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Thursday, December 29, 2005
Any thought of you inspires insufferable misery in me. You are the curse of my life and I wish I never have known you. Do not be mistaken. I do not fear you. Yet you have so tormented my soul that the immense suffering has borne a seething monster of hatred in me. It all started with a nagging guilt for ignoring you. I just had to see and touch you but something of you suppressed any necessity in it. And the guilt grew...and grew. When I finally did pluck up tremendous courage to visit you, you attacked me - my intellect, my ego, my soul. You should have known. I do not love you. Why do you dellude yourself that things are otherwise? Why must you cling onto me so tightly, so selfishly? You scheming bastard. You played with my mind. And forced me to see and touch you. Each time I did left me emotionally and physically drained. You made me suffer. And I still suffer now. My hatred for you is so intense, so resolute, so immutable. And you knew. You started hating me for that. You had your revenge then. I was at fault for not knowing you well and consequently, helpless when you exacted your vengeance on me. You succeeded. Obviously. Now, I want to have mine too. I shall want to prove to you that I can triumph over you fucking filthy vermin of my life. You think you can destroy me with all the profound vulgarities of the academics. You are wrong. For I shall destroy you one day with my astute intelligence and unwavering dilligence, you Mister Holmwerk. Posted by |z|r| at |
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