Out of all the things I despise,
The way he shows he doesnt care I hate the most.
I examine the photo of him I had hanging on the wall for so many years, hoping that someday he would realize that I really love him.
I begin to see that I dont even care anymore. I have given up. I have waited for too long and it doesnt even matter anymore. I welcome the anger and lock it up deep inside, as I begin to rip the photo off the wall with immense force. And then for the first time in a long while, I feel a fire burn within me. I am free ...
