Pride (sin of)

I fantasize about confronting someone full of hate and who hammers me with every dumb thing America has done in the past 50 years and I grin and then I laugh and I say, 'I love you, you have no idea

how much I love you.

One day you will get tired of hating and you'll rest and let your defenses down and you'll feel loved.

Saturday, September 22, 2001 | Permalink | Filed in Dear Diary

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