Insanity is contagious.
NJ, Anchors Aweigh.
Part of me wants to hurt you and hate you, and tell you how much better I’ve been since things have changed between us. I want you to feel sorry, and I want you to loathe yourself for it. But then this other part of me exists, and it wants to look you in the eye and tell you i’ve missed you, and that what has happened is terrible for me but I love you. And it wants to say I’ll be here for you & as long as you’re happy, I will be too. See, the worst part about this though, is that love and hate are opposites, that neither of these feelings I’m speaking of are fake, and this is what it feels like to be torn, and this is what it means to be broken.
One time you told me, “I like cats because they don’t rely on you & they don’t give a fuck about you.” At that point, I should have fucking known.