The girl I hated, the girl I wanted to smash her head in with a cobblestone, is now my lover. I long to be with her, for she has recently told me that "she loves me." These words have never come out of another person's mouth; and most of all, these words have never been...sincere. I love her, and I yearn the day when we can live happier, in a future town, where lovers can get married...and be happy. No longer do the thoughts of suicide roam my mind. No longer do I hate everyone. No longer am I negative. No longer...am I me. I am changed, for the better, and the only thing that flows through my mind is her intricate words of love and passion. My mind, filled with throughtcrimes, is my nirvana, the place I am most happiest. But how can a woman LIKE HER get a man LIKE ME?
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