My hands would be wrapped around your neck. I'd hold you close, and through my laughter I'd hear you plead for your life with your last gasp. I would smile at you and ask what it feels like. Realizing the answer had died with you, I would feel the regret of one who had just lost 25 cents
How certain people can make you feel so uncomfortable and upset without really even doing much.
It pisses me off. I don't want to care. And when they are gone, I don't even think about it. But when they are with me, I would rather them just be gone.
I have this sickening feeling between complete Love and complete hatred.