{"id":159,"date":"2007-01-01T01:07:00","date_gmt":"2007-01-01T09:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=159"},"modified":"2007-01-01T01:07:00","modified_gmt":"2007-01-01T09:07:00","slug":"i-hate-everything-about-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=159","title":{"rendered":"I Hate Everything About You."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/x\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/1600\/613195\/IMGP2652-600x400.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/x\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/320\/833295\/IMGP2652-600x400.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;\" ><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">A<\/span> story <\/span><span style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;\" >I once told, <font>a<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;\" ><font><font><font> fate<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family:georgia;\"><font><font><font><font><font> controlled. Breathe in, vomit lust. A fact to consider &#8211; love destructs. Pain awaits; tears a many turn vain. Two hearts convulse, shatter as glass and break. Now shudder and lick the ground. Tongue bleeds, bruised lips. Square one, you hurt; I exist.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><\/p>\n<p>I<\/span> lock you in &#8211; <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">imprison you<\/span>. Now bend to your knees, grieve with me. Moan the aches, cry out &#8211; lash pain and whip my skin. Lust, emerge, stop constraining with &#8217;06.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div  style=\"text-align: center;font-family:georgia;\"><span style=\"color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;\"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>A mile to walk, <span style=\"color: rgb(102, 102, 102);\">a day erased<\/span>. Graduation awaits. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:georgia;\"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"file:\/\/\/C:\/DOCUME%7E1\/Lujain\/LOCALS%7E1\/Temp\/moz-screenshot.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/x\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/1600\/921531\/black_and_white_butterfly_by_m3ntalysan3.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/x\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/320\/454770\/black_and_white_butterfly_by_m3ntalysan3.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\">Your Battlefield, hints in her own language 2oo6 was not  wonderful, rather  undesirable, unlovable, as of yet despicable.  It was a year she dreads but it did benefit&#8230;it molded her to a better self. It was merciless and spit the unlikeable truth. Frauds, Fakes, and Fish. \ud83d\ude09<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><\/p>\n<p>Now<\/span> she bids you adieu, <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">goodnight<\/span> with respect, good luck.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A story I once told, a fate controlled. Breathe in, vomit lust. A fact to consider &#8211; love destructs. Pain awaits; tears a many turn vain. Two hearts convulse, shatter as glass and break. Now shudder and lick the ground. Tongue bleeds, bruised lips. Square one, you hurt; I exist. I lock you in &#8211; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/159"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=159"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/159\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}