I hate feelings.

You can't just treat people like shit and expect them to love you. Don't think that I have to love you, because you know what? I don't. I don't have to love anyone if I don't want to. Not even my own mother (but I do, very dearly).

You know, I realized that it's kind of funny that I say these things because how do you just stop loving somebody? Is there a will that exists to do that? I know that people fall out of love all the time, but is it by their own choice? I'm not so sure about this. I try not to care all the time, just like you don't. And I can't, I just can't do it. Something in me, that is deeper than I can explain, causes me to feel this way. I'm unequipped to fight against it, there is no off switch. Just thinking about this makes my anxiety wild. Maybe I need to medicate, make myself a zombie so to speak. I wonder how that would feel, I suppose it just wouldn't. Hungry, maybe? For brains?

"If you really love me, let me eat your brain."

* Edit - Initially I didn't post this because I thought maybe it was a little too extreme considering the purpose is for my English Class. But then again, it's really becoming for myself, somewhere where I can out whatever I want. So I feel as though I can justify its place here, and forget what anyone has to say about it. Also, it's not about a love interest, just general feelings about several things.