it's in my journal

I was never a writer with flawless grammar, nor was i ever a wordsmith. But back then, i loved writing cause i had inspirations, and i wanted to pen them all down to be reviewed in later years, with pride. Lately, i don't enjoy writing that much anymore. When i write now, i feel like i'm writing about you, the hatred i have for you and that, in turn, makes me hate myself.


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Sheer adoration.

Can be easily mutated into

a sickening obsession.

And a glimmer of hope can burn

a splinter of wishful daydreams into

a cloud of coercive cravings.




Tell me why.