2003-07-04 : This didn't really happen
He asked me today; "Do you hate me?"
and I stood up, I touched his face, I said,
"Why do you ask me that?"
I smile, and turn away.
"Do you hate me, Evie?"
"Why would I hate you?"
"You said you did."
"I didn't mean it."
I don't know why I said it. Maybe because you asked me. Why do you ask me? Why do you care? It makes me think that you do, and then I find out you don't, and everything gets bad again.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: