"You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul." -Julie de Lespinasse
He's the only one I can hate that much..he's the only one who can unhinge me.
I hate being unhinged, the way it makes me feel desperate and hopeless at the same time (the way I can miss him and wish he were dead all at once). How could a girl so naive have found her way to something like this? I wanted to love. I chose blindly, foolishly. I found myself in the hardest of so many potential places.
I don't ever want to feel that way about anyone ever again. One time is agony, and even this one source seems as if it will never set me free.
"lovers are lunatics"
He's the only one I can hate that much..he's the only one who can unhinge me.
I hate being unhinged, the way it makes me feel desperate and hopeless at the same time (the way I can miss him and wish he were dead all at once). How could a girl so naive have found her way to something like this? I wanted to love. I chose blindly, foolishly. I found myself in the hardest of so many potential places.
I don't ever want to feel that way about anyone ever again. One time is agony, and even this one source seems as if it will never set me free.
"lovers are lunatics"
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