September 29th, 2001

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Bad News

Earlier this evening, I received dire news. News of betrayal, news of pain. News that hurts me so much to know, I can't even talk about it, not yet. It's that volatile. More specific, *I'M* that volatile. I've literally been shaking with the rage that is in me, and all because of one person.

One person. One betrayal. Sometimes, that's all it takes. When you have given all you can, when you've gone to extents that are absurd in the eyes of others, and when you have given another chance that others cannot comprehend, you know that there's a chance that you will be stepped on. That doesn't make it hurt any less when it happens.

And when that betrayal, by it's very existence, means that someone you care about, someone who has no choice in the matter, someone INNOCENT (and I don't use that word lightly) gets hurt, it makes it ten times worse.

We have to talk, you and I. And talk we shall. You know who you are. Please, do not make me do what I have to do because of this. Do not force me to do it. It'll hurt so much, even if it is for the best. You know who you are.

And if you don't, ask yourself one simple question: Are You Lying To Me?

Because you have. And I know about it.
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