I love emeralds.

November 8, 2014

Sometimes I think about what might have happened if Leonardo DiCaprio had ever learned to have respect for women before he'd heard of me.

All he had to do was the last thing he'll ever agree to do for any woman, which was to treat me decently.

There's nothing he'll ever be able to do to gain my regard; not ever.

I try not to hate him, because I think it's bad to spend time hating people.  It's difficult, though, not to be obsessed by loathing for him, as the years pass and the damage that's inflicted on my life settles into the permanent way that I'm treated by society.

I wish I'd never heard of him.  I wish he'd never heard of me.

I hate his guts; that will never change.

I hate the entertainment industry.  I hate everyone and everything that has turned my life into what it is.  I could scream "I HATE YOU" every day for the rest of my life, and not get all that hatred out of my system.

I wish that I were never born.

Copyright L. Kochman, November 9, 2014 @ 7:28 p.m.