do you ever miss it?

What I actually say: I find serial killers interesting.

“There was a sigh. “I wanted us to work out.” And the other nodded, taking a step back. “So did I.” And that was it.”

“Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped.”

“You went from completely in love with me, to in hating me and everything I stand for in a matter of days. That kills me inside. I truly love you and even though I understand why I wish it wasn’t over for us. You’re the one for me.”

“It’s 4am and the only people up right now are those who are heart broken and those who are in love. So here I lie unable to sleep trying to figure out which one I am.”

“Many months later and I realize that I’m still in love. The only difference is this isn’t the kind that fills my head with fleeting memories or makes my heart skip at the sound of your name. Instead, this kind of love is the one where I find myself wishing nothing but the best for you, with or without me.”

And that’s when i figured out that tears couldn’t make somebody who was dead alive again. There’s another thing about tears, they can’t make somebody that doesn’t love you anymore love you again. It’s the same with prayers. I wonder how much of their lives people waste crying and praying to God. If you ask me, the devil makes more sense than God does. I can see why people would want him around. It’s good to have somebody to blame for all the bad stuff they do. Maybe God’s there because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war game with them. And they never know which side their gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try and do something good, it still turns out bad.