This is nearly pure spite!

(But well-deserved spite)

What follows are a sample of the writings of my ex (not naming any names). You may find them kind of foppishly melodramatic, the outpouring of a soul who buys the flashiest bandages he can find just so the world knows he's aching, as I did. Thankfully, he wasn't like that so much in person. If he was, I really would have given him something to whine about. At the end is a parody that I just couldn't help creating, taking off from a single line he most erroneously penned and left me to use as I would.

Hee hee.

I hate that I have to hide my name
I hate that I have to carry all the shame
I hate that You have given me all the blame
I hate that I have to play by the rules of this game

I hate that I have to live with all the pain
I hate that I have to fight to remain sane
I hate that You all look at me with disdain
I hate that many evils have been allowed reign

I hate that I have to hide inside the night
I hate that in order to eat, that I have to fight
I hate that what is so wrong, is so often right
I hate that to know the truth, I have to ignore my sight

I hate that, I gain strenght from my time in hell
I hate that many die for the truths they tell
I hate that I have fallen under your evil spell
I hate that there's so much death that I have to smell

I imagine it could have continued indefinitely...he had a lot to hate, I suppose.

Here's another bucket of laughs, if you can handle it...

Hide in the shadows to avoid the blame
Childish excuses are always the same
Claims of maturity that pull up lame
Johnny, do you really want to play the game

Play with the anger and smile through the pain
Demons dance around your mind, going insane
By holding on is there something to gain
Johnny, it is easier to live in heroin rain

Anybody slit their wrists yet? As you can probably tell, I have little sympathy for Kurt Cobainz

Its not the truth that you want to hear.
But its the truth that you want to hear.
Because its not the me but the you, you fear
But only when I try to make it all clear...

I think that's enough. Here's my ode to all this misery, starting from the line,

"Out in the light of a full red moon",
I tried to pretend and sing a merry tune,
But I failed, alas, my love too fine
For misery, so glad I am to whine
And lament my state, so sorry and glum
And after that, I'll suck my thumb.
Ah, Pretense! Hail, Sorrow! With your aid so divine,
I shall seem to suffer a lot not mine.
See! All shall pity my noble, sad state,
Yet the bulk of my agony, a mere paperweight.

Gravity I find where little exists,
That J.P. Sartre guy, I think I missed
His point. But really, I think
Life could be fun for me. A shrink
Could ease my plight considerably.
But I perfer to wallow in misery.

I love the smell of sorrow,
Others' pain and grief I borrow,
Should my supply chance to run low.
See how I love depression so?

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