I did such a great job of tricking myself into caring about you that now I can't stop. It's been a few months, but yea, I still hate you. And you, it's been over a year, and guess what, I still hate you too.

You know, I thought I was doing a pretty good job of avoiding you, but it seems that everytime I think you're gone you come creeping right back. It's about time we just accept the fact that we belong together, you and I. Lord knows you enjoy the company.

Ignorance will be the only bliss you will ever know. 

The fading sunlight flickers and shines on the tips of your windblown hair. An elegant ball composed in the dark cylinder I use to capture your every move. You laugh, you smile, and all the while show no sign of the impending doom you'll soon be conducting. 

We're all afraid to ask questions we don't want to hear the answer to, but it's not often we have a question we don't already know the outcome of. Go with your instincts, you're probably right.