what i need you to understand, dear reader, is that you're wrong.

you're wrong about people's opinion of you, especially if it's me you're referring to.

you're wrong in thinking i hate you, in thinking anyone hates you for that matter.

you never let me in. and that's what hurts more than anything.

i sat around and pined and killed myself over a rejection you didn't even have the decency to deliver with words.

instead you said nothing. and your silence hurt more than any words i could picture you saying in response.

what i need you to understand, dear reader, is that i always wanted to understand, and you never let me. you won't let me in.

if your silence is a result of unreciprocated emotions, i accept that too, but it's a slap in the face that you refuse to openly grant me the honesty i deserve in return after all i poured out to you all my truth. 

however, if in some unlikely universe your silence is a result of fear i won't accept what you are, you're wrong, and you've shut yourself away from me, assuming my anger is pointed at what you are. you're wrong. my anger is pointed at that you won't show me. the good, the bad, and all the ugly. 

if ive got it backwards, fine, but i think i deserved the truth from you, no matter what it was, and i suppose it's too bad for me, but i really fucking wanted it.

what's in your head zombie

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