Stuck in reverse.

Who do you think you are, you sad little girl? You think that flowers grow from your hairs and that stars are born in your blood. You think you are so great, so big, so unique. But you can be broken so easily. If he touches you only for a millisecond, he destroys you with the tip of his finger. All that a human being wants, all that YOU want is to be loved. So simple, so ordinary. A word that has lost its meaning long before you existed. A word so ugly, so dull is the only word we know that can express what we feel, what we think. And you want this love but no one is willing to give it to you so you are left only with this other word: hate. And that's because you hate what you used to love, to cherish, to adore. And that's why, my dear, hate is too gentle to describe what I feel.