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"One day you'll look to the balcony next to yours and you won't see an asshole draining cigarettes. During those days, will you be sad?"
“Everyone tried to fix me. But you know, fixing a person isn’t like fixing a toy. When you fix a person you put yourself up to be broken."
“Pity’s pretty fucking expensive from someone who can’t care."
“I’m in love with you, damn it, but I still have to introduce myself to you every fucking morning and do you even understand how that feels?—No, you don’t, because you don’t actually love me. Without all my notes, there is nothing. There is actually, exactly, really nothing. I’m really just a stranger to you, and this relationship is all just a play. It’s just another novel. Fabrication. Everything. I’m not even writing a fucking novel, fuck, I’m living it."
“Yesterday you loved me. Today you’ll love me again."

"Happy birthday, to us."

It’s not until he has made it out of the hospital that the tears slam him in the face, knock him off guard and shatter his whole body into a thousand irreversible pieces. He has no idea why the world seems to have ended on such a beautiful January day, or why he’s sobbing in the middle of the street as if tomorrow will never come. Why the name on the back of his hand burns harder than any goodbye.

~The Weird Origin of A Weird Story~

Posted May 29, 2012 at 12:46 PM by Monika

I was going to add this into Crescent, the short story I posted, but I thought better of it because it would be too long of an intro, nothing like the usual sentence or two, bolded, and red intro at the beginning of all my poems or stories.

I woke up one day (Friday I think) and I my legs hurt like crazy. They felt as if they were about to fall off for no apparent reason. I could barely walk. But I had to. And every time I moved my feet it made me want to die more and more.
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