Review: Break My Shell by K.A. Merikan

About halfway through this book, I felt the urge to tweet about it: “When you think you’re gonna read a ridiculous kinky romp and it turns out to be a really sweet, poignant love story instead.” I’ve gotten to the point (due to the sheer amount of reading being done) that I’m no longer officially reviewing every book I read for the blog. I tend to leave just two or three sentences on Goodreads…

I want to be forgotten before it is too late. To die now would be a burden to those in my life To die tomorrow would be a sin against the gods To die yesterday would be a crime against myself.

I would be a fool to want this life I am a fool for taking it for granted but all humans are never satisfied with their life all humans realize it's all a lie at some point all humans deal with the lie of civilization through spirituality

my spirituality lies within the empty shell i commute in every day the empty shell that collects money for making the world go round the empty shell that eats to shit to sleep to die though, that empty shell is death repressed. 

If i am forgotten today, I would not need my phone I would not have any friends I would be a waste of time to all those in my life

but if I am forgotten tomorrow you will all know who I am and I will know what I am and we will never know why

Yet if we lived our lives with a purpose, we would be satisfied with death.

I've lived my life so concerned about my destination; my journey lacks substance.

but life is a much more interesting thing I am a much more complex mind.

and it's too bad that I am weird and i am ugly and i live in a place where I just take up space where my words are just sounds and my sounds are just noise