I can imagine containing this anger much longer>the repressed thoughts of longing towards my physical repulsion of you, as well as the mear thougts of our bodies locked in, makes me crave. And it is not for you that i crave, but the thoughts of how it wasWhen was it that you chose to forget how to dream, or create. Oh and i hate the way you can decide that you own that right, to over power me and be so condescending. Your chemicals are junk, and i know betterStill somehow i seam to feel comfortable in that same anger, I have let it become something to look forward to instead of killing it