there are some days where i hate you so much so that the feeling attains some form of physical attribute. it is a ball of fire spinning round and round just above my gut until it gets to a point of intensity so strong that i actually have to drink a glass of cold water just to quench that flame. but after said water has been drunk, i calm down and remind myself that you're just not worth it.

(just. not. worth. it.)

or maybe i'm just suffering from a severe case of acid reflux.