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Saturday, June 02, 2007

I’m angry because I can’t tell you how angry I am.
I’m angry that it makes me hurt when I see, hear or write your name – even
when it isn’t you who’s being referred to.
I’m angry that you led me to believe you wanted a life with me.
I’m angry that I can’t just come over your place when I feel like it.
I’m angry because I can’t talk to you.
I’m angry because I’m lonely.
I’m angry that I don’t know exactly when you began disregarding my feelings.
I’m angry that I don’t know what things you said were true and which were not.
I’m angry you never tried.
I’m angry I fell in love with you.
I’m angry because I don’t have a crush on anyone right now.
I’m angry because I haven’t been happy for months.
I’m angry I can’t just make things right.
I’m angry when strangers in stores or on the street tell me to “smile.”
I’m angry that you are having fun and not suffering like I am.
I’m angry that I’m jealous of whoever’s in your life now.
I’m angry that I believed for so long that you loved me.
I’m angry I haven’t moved on.
I’m angry that I feel like crying right now.
I’m angry because I can never have a truly honest conversation with you.
I’m angry because I have to avoid you.
I’m angry that it hurts when I see things you would like or be interested in – or
when I hear someone else talk about them.
I’m angry there are so many of those things.
I’m angry that I don’t have someone telling me that I’m sexy.
I’m angry I shared so many personal secrets and fears with you.
I’m angry that I don’t really know you at all.
I’m angry I will never know how much meaning our relationship had for you.
I’m angry because I will never know how you really felt about me.
I’m angry because I still think of you.