Within

It hurts inside, it really does.

Everything seems to be inconsequential and at the moment, lethargy is my best friend. She has no right to seem potentially perfect for me. Nor does she have any rioght to haunt my every waking hour. Nor does she have any right to be object of all my dreams.

I hate her, and everyone tells me that i'm too good for her.

But why does my chest ache whenever i think about her? Why are there always goosebumps on my skin when i touch her broken anklet? Or smile to myself when fingering the fragments of hwer broken hair clip?

God damn it.. it hurts so much... and the worst part is... that last, small flicker of hope simply will not die.

I hate her. But i hate myself even more.