Some things are better left unsaid. But this I cannot contain.

I don't know why you're the only one,
The one I deem fit to be evil to.
Guess you bring out the worst in me
The side I never knew I had.

What I do I compare to what you do
To see if they're similar.
And if they are... I stop doing that.
Because I didn't like one bit of how you do things.

I am so glad you don't want to talk to me anymore.
The feeling, I am pleased to say:
Is Mutual
More than mutual, in fact.
So get over it

No. I ain't referring to ya'll out there.
Not from school, anywhere.
Only the person I've never met,
The one who thinks the worst of me.

And yet again am I pleased to say:
The feeling is mutual.

The is maybe the first time I've made an outright enemy.
Well.
Strangely,
I am relieved.

Haha I braved my depression for the internet thing to get this down. Is was an instant bout of inspiration.

The sadness for the internet thing has a loong story. And it doesn't concern the person I was referring to in the 'prose' up there.

And, sadness is after all, sadness.

On a pleasant parting note: I passed my Chinese oral by a mark. I can't describe how ecstatic I am. Although I still think the teacher is a little outrageous.