Blow me Away

Blow me away.

If I was told to be so cold, would I be old or slightly bitter?

I hate you. I always knew all this hate would just go towards myself, and it’s true. I’ve learned not to say it though. Taught to keep it in than to let it out, I personally love that more, unless I was taught to love too. The funny thing is we don’t speak. I can’t hate you. Not anymore, there was once a barrier between us. I don’t quite see it anymore. Maybe I could say hi or how’s the weather where you are? I’ve never been good in keeping a conversation going but I do try. Just hope you would too. I don’t hate you, I will not. Hate is really a strong word now that I sink in with it. And I don’t hate myself. I’m still here obviously, being me and you’re over there being you.

.... Hi