Just believe in me.

A little piece of my heart is now broken. This adds up to a whole about three quarters of my heart that were already broken, so we'll say three quarters and a tenth of a quarter. Hate is the most horrible thing in this world. Real hate. Makes us horrible children, horrible adults, horrible dead carcasses smiling stupidly with a fake life we don't have anymore. I've been reading so much, thinking of getting back and then, silence is overwhelmingly powerful. Hate. The mere word is incomprenhensible to me. I've been hated, I've gone through a lot of shit, 'cause shit it was and nothing else. I have never hated anyone, not really, not enough to seek revenge, not enough to willingly inflict damage. Hate. But mostly, it makes me sad. And embarrassed. But who will read? Who will talk? Who will stop the merry-go-round? I don't believe anybody will. Don't believe anybody has the time. Don't believe in France. Don't believe in reason. Don't believe in faith. Don't believe in words. Don't believe in hate. Just believe in me. Almost believe in me.