having a hard time understanding anything. having a hard time crunching thoughts, processing thoughts, creating thoughts. where insanity once crept, it is loudly inviting itself. i am the victim, yet i am not. how can these two things be at once?

she is every contradiction.
she is wanted, not wanted.
attractive and disgusting.
happy, yet twisted.
she is mine and yours.

i have been somewhere i can't deny. i have been trapped in lies. this is different -- i am not the spinner of this sloppy web. i do not claim this incredible disrespect. instead of urging sympathy, it only urges searing lies to eat away at every amorous memory.

who are you?