tryst

To a boy --
When you send me those pictures, you hurt me.
When you talk to me, you hurt me.
Knowing you hurts me.
Seeing you hurts me, so I can't.
Not seeing you hurts me.
Apathy, indifference, distance - they hurt me.
Caring is killing me.
Get out of my masterpiece.

End of pain.
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Next week I'm going to see Mindless Self Indulgence play in DC with my friends, Tub Ring. Trying a weasel a way on the guestlist because I'm terribly broke. Either way though, I'm going.
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Back to pain.
Stop. You're hurting me right now.
(He's hurting me RIGHT now)

Try ignoring.
Try rejecting.
Try standing up, and walking away.
Tryst.