she knew she was on the edge of the downfall because suddenly even the brightest of things seemed dismal. she began to crave the annual re-reading of the catcher and the rye that came along with every approaching valentines day and spring. the time of year when her heart truly began to sink.
a friend asked her curious questions about love. when she realized how drab and painful the answers were she simply replied. i don’t want to talk about this anymore. and with a self indulgent sigh she allowed a few tears to slip. there was an angry distance with the world. as if to attempt at beginning love was to ask her to chop off her thumbs and then create a small man out of them. that was how she felt.
i’d rather drink poison.
she knew she was on the edge of the downfall because suddenly even the brightest of things seemed dismal. she began to crave the annual re-reading of the catcher and the rye that came along with every approaching valentines day and spring. the time of year when her heart truly began to sink.
a friend asked her curious questions about love. when she realized how drab and painful the answers were she simply replied. i don’t want to talk about this anymore. and with a self indulgent sigh she allowed a few tears to slip. there was an angry distance with the world. as if to attempt at beginning love was to ask her to chop off her thumbs and then create a small man out of them. that was how she felt.
i’d rather drink poison.
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