Destroy Me

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.
And I’ve fallen.
So hard.
I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

We manipulate the technology to create environments and experiences that exist entirely in the human mind. Not only are we able to create the framework, but we can also control minute details. Sounds, smells, false confidence, paranoia.

Sometimes I’m just so tired of this life.

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me

somehow I still find myself drawn to her, wanting to be near her.

I stand up entirely too fast, gripping the table for support. I’m breathless at the thought of it, at the possibility of what must’ve happened.

I knew she was terrified, horrified, even, but I never thought those feelings were directed toward me.

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.

And I’ve fallen.

So hard.

I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I’ve felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I’ve known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I’ve seen things that cannot be unseen.