No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness. -Aristotle

You should never doubt what nobody is sure of. -Willy Wonka

In the end, we all become stories. -Margaret Atwood

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning. -Virginia Woolf, "Mrs. Dalloway"

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Her

It’s eerie how I know you’re with her. You’re more confident and assured. Your grooming has improved. Your detachment from me is obvious and natural. Your smile is fake and forced. I went from being the only one, the one you looked for all your life, the one you proposed to, to the one you ceremoniously discarded by the simple act of kissing her. Of fucking her. Fuck someone over by fucking someone else. Lovely.
Fuck. You. Back.

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