Clarity's a curse. (2/10/13)

Well, at least the truth's out.
Indirectly, at that.

Funny, I thought I was to feel relief, knowing that I would be set free by it.

I am not.
Resentment is clouding my judgement and rationale. Self hate is starting to boil in me like an impatient volcano. Indifference is beginning to feel its blades into my emotional threshold with a single purpose: to kill the lot of them.

I don't hate her.

Just hate myself.

Funny how your happiness could be shot down so easily. So fragile, the moments of joy, a single,  sharpened pellet of reality could just shatter it into a million indiscernible figures.
An old scar tore itself open deep within me.

From now on I will know no trust, know no love, and know that for every happiness, there's always a blood sacrifice involved.

Clarity's a cruel curse, indeed.