I’m hoping you’ll choose me just like I’ve chosen you. I believe you will figure out the same thing I did. That we’re inevitable.
How do you people live like this? Day after day, just hoping people are gonna do what you want. It’s unbearable.
Dear God, I would do anything to see the look on her face when she realizes she’s helpless. I’d make her want me. Then reject her. Devastate her over and over and over until she wants to die. No, I won’t give her that, either. She’d wither away like someone dying of thirst or starvation. Be a certain ring of hell, designed specially for her. Or maybe I’ll just kill her.