'A coma might feel better than this,
attempting to discover where to begin.
You're weighed down, you're full of something.
Of sickness, and desertion.
You're weighed down, you're full of something,
you're underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love,
and hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die.

Hoping a better place is all I need,
with moments of innocence and mystery.
Oh, it's the little things you miss.
Like waking up all alone.
Oh, it's the little things you miss,
when you're underneath it all.' - Dallas Green.

I don't think I could hate you and love you, any more.
You replaced me.
After saying we'd try, I'd try, after I let all of that mess of stuff come rushing out of my mouth, I surrendered.
I held up the white flag, quite visibly, but I was spoiled, others have had me now, so you showed indifference.
You say you think about me, every day but you were unsure what these feelings were.
As we both showed each other indifference, our time ran out, and it can be so easy to, but it leaves a bitter taste in the mouth..
I was willing to go backwards, to drag the past all up, for the sake of love.
Love that is a constant.
What is it that Red says in that Steven king short novel, that hope is a dangerous thing, and should not be encouraged, I believed you wouldn't and I believed that someone would make it better, But this weekend I've been shown I was utterly wrong :').
When I think about when I went through that awful awful time, I remember calling you for reassurance, and believing your lies, when you had her too. You said it was because it was so easy for her to want you.
You liked the power, and everyone does don't they? And all the times I begged, cried, screamed, didn't eat, slept for days, you maintained that arrogance, it was nice wasn't it the power of knowing you'd broken me and hurt her?
And now, she is fat and unattractive, and I have advanced.
It destroyed me beyond recognition, so I reinvented myself.
I don't like what I see, but I am capable of anything and I keep calm and carry on.
That part of my history, I'd like to erase.
I fear I may never be happy again.


''You mean you want me, to pose as some kind of prostitute?'
'Well why not?'
'No' she said, a little indignantly 'I couldn't do that'
'I probably couldn't either', he said in a gloomy voice 'And motels are out, I can't drive. Well I guess that's that.' He lit another cigarette. 'Oh well, its true anyway, doubtless you would be corrupting me. But then again' he said with mild bitterness.
'Maybe I'm incorruptible'
Marian was looking out over the baseball park. The night was clear and crisp, and the stars in the black sky burnt coldy. It had snowed earlier, fine powdery snow, and the park was a white blank space, untracked. Suddenly she wanted to go down and run and jump in it, making footmarks and mazes and irregular paths. But she knew that in a minute she would be walking sedately as ever across it towards the station.'
-page 202.