[…] – You promised you wouldn’t write about us! – And you promised you’d always love me. I’m sorry, is you breaking me an inconvenience for you? This is me coping with all your lies and broken promises, with what YOU did! – That’s not fair! – You don’t get to fucking tell me what’s fair, alright? You don’t ever talk to me about fair, ok? Don’t you fucking dare tell me about what’s fair! – Jesus Christ, how long are you going to hold it over my head, I’ve apologi- – For-fucking-ever, Dana! For as long as it takes me to be normal again, that’s how long. Until I stop thinking about what you did every time I meet…
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[FRAGMENT] #38 – I’m Here Now
[…] He slowly but angrily grabs her hair and holds it firmly, then grabs her jaw in his other hand. – Are you happy? She stares at him silently as her left eye sheds a tear. His expression softens and…
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[FRAGMENT] #163 – Miracle Kisses
[…] – I could kiss you, make it better. – If only kisses were any good at healing… – But they are. You’re a doctor, so you heal the world with science and medicine. As a doctor, you may not…
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[FRAGMENT] #83 – I Didn’t Come Here to Fuck You
[…] – Please tell me you’ve got a condom this time. – [frowning] I didn’t come here to fuck you. I came here for Alice, Alice the person – he presses his index against fer forehead. Because I like Alice…
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I Can’t Risk It Anymore
So much of it lost, so much of it stolen. I don’t know that I would call it recklessness, I was just trying to… live. To live the way I wanted to. Like others so easily do. To trust, to…
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My Choir Has Gone Silent
Rings upon rings upon increasingly dark rings, I spiral downward toward the edge of existence, guided by the trembling hands of a sickly puppet master. There used to be a charming musicality to the passing of time, but my choir…
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I Used to Know What Love Was
It’s been fifteen years since I began my path of self-discovery. I’ve always tried to know myself better, to understand why it is I do the things I do, why I say the things I say, why I tell the…
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The Flames Have Gone Out and the Ashes Have Settled
Is this it? I thought I’d already been here so many times before, but now I know the truth. I wish I didn’t. You can’t be here while you’re struggling. So long as there’s despair, there’s life. If the pain…
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When We Were “Are”
In my mind I go back to when we were “are” And shed a tear over this scar. Now we are just “were” And looking back, it’s all a blur. → The Gallery of Me