A portion of sarcasm is being served to you.
When all your senses are numb and your heart is broken, you are no more of use to him. But do not break up! He will break up with you because he knows that that is the most vicious thing to do to a damaged heart. He knows that it is the most hurtful thing to do to you, therefore he saves it for last. When he finally leaves you, he will shed a few tears just to serve you the last lies. In the very end, he still wants to have control over you. He will say that he is unable to love, that everything is his fault. And the more you show your vulnerability, the more cruel he will be. He will say that he doesn't want you, that he can't love you the way you love him. Even if you cry your heart out, it won't touch him a bit. On the contrary, your tears will only make him more self-satisfied. But at the same time, they will make him unsatisfied; he feels that he still hasn't break you down completely. And so he will make his last move: he tells you about his ex. He tells you how he loved her once and how she broke his heart. Now, all of a sudden, you wake up and realise that it was a lie all the way from the very beginning. He can love! He has loved someone before! But that person isn't you. Is there any other more hurtful thing to hear? No, I guess so. He is good, isn't he?
My dear friend, when you get to this point, I congratulate you because you have now developed the ability to hate. And I assure you that even if you have never been able to hate before, you will now.
Like I told you before, to hate is not easy. First of all, you have to meet a bastard. Secondly, you have to open your heart and truly love him. Thirdly, you have to let yourself be hurt - over and over again. But believe me, it will make you stronger when everything is over. Much stronger than you ever thought that you could be. But despite the fruitfulness, I still strongly recommend that you think it over before getting yourself into the art of hating because it is a dangerous method to build up your strength. You might end up dead inside instead if you are not strong enough from the beginning. But if you decide to try, I can say nothing but to wish you good luck.
Short story by Shania
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A guide to hating
To love is not easy. To hate is even more difficult. First you must have loved to be able to hate. Open your heart and let the person enter your life. Give him everything. Tell him your weeknesses - leave out nothing. Even if you get hurt, forgive him. Forgive him as many times as possible. Allow yourself to be lied to when he serves you the most ridiculous explanations. Don't open your eyes to see the truth too soon; this will only weaken your ability to hate. Remain blind and deaf. See nothing, hear nothing but the lies you are being told. It's not difficult, because liars are very convincing. They are good at persuading you to believe what they want you to believe. Let yourself be convinced that he loves you. This is a very powerful tool to him. Once you believe you are being loved by him, he will be able to serve you any lie and get away with it. Let him hurt your feelings as many times as possible. And I assure you that as long as you let him hurt you, he will never stop. A man never knows the limit until he is told to stop. At this point, you will find yourself doubting yourself. You will find yourself with low self-confidence. You will end up thinking that everything is your fault. You will feel useless and insufficient. That's a liar's power to make you think. But don't give up yet because you are very close to know how to hate. It only requires one last step: the deathblow.When all your senses are numb and your heart is broken, you are no more of use to him. But do not break up! He will break up with you because he knows that that is the most vicious thing to do to a damaged heart. He knows that it is the most hurtful thing to do to you, therefore he saves it for last. When he finally leaves you, he will shed a few tears just to serve you the last lies. In the very end, he still wants to have control over you. He will say that he is unable to love, that everything is his fault. And the more you show your vulnerability, the more cruel he will be. He will say that he doesn't want you, that he can't love you the way you love him. Even if you cry your heart out, it won't touch him a bit. On the contrary, your tears will only make him more self-satisfied. But at the same time, they will make him unsatisfied; he feels that he still hasn't break you down completely. And so he will make his last move: he tells you about his ex. He tells you how he loved her once and how she broke his heart. Now, all of a sudden, you wake up and realise that it was a lie all the way from the very beginning. He can love! He has loved someone before! But that person isn't you. Is there any other more hurtful thing to hear? No, I guess so. He is good, isn't he?
My dear friend, when you get to this point, I congratulate you because you have now developed the ability to hate. And I assure you that even if you have never been able to hate before, you will now.
Like I told you before, to hate is not easy. First of all, you have to meet a bastard. Secondly, you have to open your heart and truly love him. Thirdly, you have to let yourself be hurt - over and over again. But believe me, it will make you stronger when everything is over. Much stronger than you ever thought that you could be. But despite the fruitfulness, I still strongly recommend that you think it over before getting yourself into the art of hating because it is a dangerous method to build up your strength. You might end up dead inside instead if you are not strong enough from the beginning. But if you decide to try, I can say nothing but to wish you good luck.
Short story by Shania
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Written on 2006-02-01 at 06:49
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