Journal from a Masochist - proceed with caution and all of that <3
I despise you with every fiber of my being, every twist of my DNA. The mere thought of you causes my fists to clench in anger. Every time you open your mouth, you have an uncanny ability to enrage me. The words you speak fall out uninvited, and while I may understand and comprehend them, they carry no meaning—instead, they are raw, unfiltered emotion. They are laced with venom, sharpened with malice, and saturated with destructive intent.
You feed off my vibrant energy, consuming it with your darkness, your incessant demands, your endless needs. Like a black hole, you persistently absorb, never satisfied, always taking. You take every sound I utter and defile them, reducing them to the lowest form—a transaction for your amusement and satisfaction.
I am left as nothing but the curtain you wipe your existence on after you’ve stolen from my world. Your filth corrupts my grace until nothing remains but a desperate yearning for a mere fragment of your affection.
I hate that you have shared parts of yourself with others. I hate knowing her eyes are so similar to mine. I hate the persistent force you exert, always creeping into my personal space. I hate how you make me compromise my boundaries, how you’ve left marks—visible and invisible—upon me. Do you want to know how much I hate you?
I hate you. I hate your voice. I hate your body. I hate your energy. I hate your intentions. I hate your very existence. I hate the sounds you make, the power you wield. I hate you.
If one more “baby girl” passes your lips……