whats hidden behind my eyes

The things I hate about her are essential to who she is.  They’re part of her, and she can’t change them anymore than I can. I wish I could because I can’t stand these down-right mean and rather obnoxious emotions that I harbor towards her. I dont’ like not talking to her, it seems almost odd.  However, there’s nothing I can do.  Afterall, it’s not my fault she’s such a bitch.

I’m living a dream, and not even a good one. Although I can’t really complain as it’s not necessarily a bad one either. It’s just a dream pretending to be my life.