Loveless

A canine with a rather depressing ability. He has an aura around him which causes others around him to feel unhappy emotions such as sadness, loneliness, or fear. Whoever he touches is forced to relive their saddest moment, and will often burst into tears and feel a rush of whatever emotions they were feeling because of said experience, and will react accordingly. Because of this, Loveless is used to abuse and being lashed out at. The happier Loveless is, the stronger these powers become, so Loveless isolates himself so that he'll always be sad, and because of that no one else will have to be sad because of him. 

Loveless is always looking for a way to get rid of the ability he was born with. This includes going to places where magic is scarce-although his ability does not purely stem from magic-to try and see what causes it to dissipate.

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10/07

This is a new low, even for her.

No matter how many times I call her out on in, she doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying. Or maybe she's just not listening.

I don't think she's a complete narcissist, but boy does she sure share some qualities with them. Refusing to admit when she is wrong, starting a conversation about one thing and quickly changing it to another, using the first conversation as ammo even though it was less than concluded. She thinks she is superior to everyone else, and her words reflect that. Our arguments reflect that.

I can't win.

What can you say when your opponent doesn't take facts as proof? Turns inconclusive evidence back around on you? Claims that you attacked her, claims that you're yelling and uses it as an excuse to tear into you like a rebid dog-- what are you supposed to do then? What am I supposed to say? Tell her she's wrong? That she's being incredibly manipulative, and that she's singlehandedly destroying our relationship?

I hate it.

I use the same argument. I say what I know as fact. Then she pulls out the trump card. Of course she had to bring up that again. As if it hadn't already caused enough pain.

.....I never meant for that to happen. All I was doing was running my mouth on a particularly bad morning, nothing more. I never meant for things to spiral out of control the way they did. Doesn't she know that? That was the worst week of my life, my deepest secret, my greatest humiliation-- doesn't she know that?

Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. Either way, that doesn't stop her from claiming that I meant for that to happen. That I must hate her ~so much~ that I wanted to ruin her life. I could never do that, I'd never be willingly capable of that. But she'd never believe me. Of course, after that, she's won. How am I supposed to defend myself from such a scathing attack on character? Her opinion of me must be lower than I ever thought possible. My only option left is to retreat.

I hate it I hate it I hate it.

She's won, again. In a few days I bet she'll go back to acting like nothing ever happened. She always does that. She has no problem moving on. And if I get mad at her for forgetting so quickly just how she hurt me, then its just more justification that I'm the asshole. 

I hate her.

I hate her so much.

I hate myself.