I Am Your Object Of Ridicule

Tuesday, 28 June 2005

Does it ever occur to you that I have a brain which functions? The last time I checked, it was working fine--until you threw in the spanner of Doubt into the works. Why do you enjoy tormenting me like this so much? Is it amusing to watch your own flesh and blood be torn down with your coldness? When was the last time you played the part of the Encourager?

I need you. I love you dearly.

But I hate you sometimes.

Go away.

Come back.

I miss you.

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