You are the single most evil thing in my life. So evil. But I still love you. I hate to admit it, even to myself. But there I said it, you make me crazy. With every mean thing you say you break my heart into a billion pieces. Then you trample on those pieces with the boots of your indifference. I feel strong hatred. Not for you, but myself. For I know, that I will go running to you every time you call me. I will desert the whole world if need be and not think about it twice, to be with you. And you will break my heart again. And again and again. The power you have over me scares the shit out of me. Life wasn’t supposed to be this morbidly scary. You make me ache.