Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

Love,
The Dear Hunter

2.12.2008

The shittiest feeling in the world has to be the feeling of betrayal-
Of knowing that you sensed this betrayal early on, but thought too highly of people to trust your instincts.


Always helping people will only fuck you up in the long run.
People don't care about you. Not really.


People care when it's convenient for them.
People care when they think they can get something from you.
People care when they think they can get to fuck you.


The worst part about the whole situation is that you blame yourself.
For everything.
For falling for their tricks, for believing in humanity.


They deserve all of the blame.
That's why they are apologizing to you, telling you that you've never done a thing wrong to them during your whole friendship.


But you still cry and kick and scream and hate what you see in the mirror.
You hate that they can keep doing this to you.
You hate that no matter how hard you try, you can't close your heart off.
You can't become the cold, sharp machine you want to be.
You're the one slice of hot apple pie in a world of heartless, tasteless, empty pie tins.


The humans are dead.
Shitty, selfish robots are everywhere.

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