Musings
I've never experienced death, I've been very close to it so many times.
I really wish that I could embrace somebody right now. I'm starting to miss her. She was just there to me, back then. Yes, back then I never really cared—I mean I just never admitted that I cared for her.
Now it gnaws at me like thousands of rats. Isn't that sick? So sick. I just want to puke. I find solace in thinking of that pink hair of hers. I just want to reach out and touch it. I'm reaching out right now, but it's not there—of course. Just the dark starless sky and my outstretched hand.
Damn. It.
Guess it wouldn't really of mattered if I'd loved her anyway. I mean we were just kids then, and I want revenge. I really, really do. So terribly bad.
I wonder if Naruto and her will...I'm grimacing at the thought of them together that mere though gets me really pissed for some reason. I'd almost wish—no I can't, I can not wish for that. Her being dead would not be any better for me.
I want her though. I really, really want her now. Right now. I wonder what would happen if I just went to her and told her. That is stupid. Besides I don't have time for that right now. It's worthless.
She's worthless. I wish I didn't care. I don't want to be infatuated with her, not at all but here I am thinking of her like this. I hate her and love her. How is that? I guess I hate her for me loving her. For her loving me.
Damn, it's all the same hate and love. They both consume your mind, and make you obsess.
I guess I really do hate you Sakura, or maybe I love you.
We won't be able to sort that out until Itachi dies, then we'll just see what fate has in store for us. Sooner or later our paths will cross my little cherry blossom. Maybe I'll kiss you...and touch your hair. Maybe you'll be mine.
