That XX

"She's just a girl, and she's on fire"
I am. I'm on fire. I'm burning. Burning with passion. Burning with motivation. Burning with hatred.

It's 1am. I can't sleep. Some things sparked my memory of something, someone.

I hate you.

I hate what you've done to me.

I'm angry. I'm not pleased with the way things ended. 我不满意。非常不满意。

How could you do this to me? Me, Amelia. Fuck you, seriously, fuck you.

I have to admit, you know me more than I know myself.

Scumbag Strindberg.

Maybe I am the modern day Miss Julie. Fuck you Strindberg.

Everything's crumbling within me.

I try to keep a happy front. I desperately want to fool myself. I want you to see how well I'm doing. Honestly, I don't even know what to think anymore.

Sometimes I feel like things would have been better if none of this happened. Almost everything would be different now.


"You can try but you'll never forget her name"
I hope so.

Do I sympathise with Julie? The question is like me asking myself, how pathetic are you?

I will find closure when I see you suffer.

You're close to becoming the third person.

You're Jean.

Fuck you.


"Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl,
And it's a lonely world,
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby"


Some days I hate the shit out of you. Some days I miss the shit out of you.

They both occur during nights like this.