I Tried

I have tried. I swear it to all the deities, I tried. And maybe, I've had enough. I'm tired and I just want you out of my head.

You- you are the reason for my loss of sanity. Do you know what I have to keep up with, every single day? I see you and I just want to talk to you, but I can't. Whenever you're there, I try. I swear, I do. You end up going away before I could even blink. It's hard- hey, since when was life never hard anyway. I just want to talk to you about all the stupid little things I could think of, but I guess you want to do that too- just not with me.

But you- and I will forever emphasize this, you will always be someone I hate. I hate you damn much. I'll put it in a way I always describe it: I hate you so damn much, it hurts.

This is all I could write down (for now). I feel bad for you. If I had a power to curse, I would probably curse you, really. But are we supposed to waste time to someone who probably wouldn't give two damns about you? Maybe I should curse love because I was cursed by it. Was I really, was I really?

At least I made this sound a little less sad. And I guess I could say that this would be the only thing I could succeed in because I tried.