"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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For as long as I can remember I have simply existed.
I was born with this insatiable anger at the world that I could never quite figure out. I don't think I've ever known true happiness, never tasted the so-called joy everyone always spoke of that makes life worth living. I never quite learned how to love anyone other than myself. When you die it's just you and your maker, no one else so I guess loved myself more than everyone around me. I liked the idea of hurting the people that care about me, making them regret ever seeing me for anything more than I am. I liked making them wish they never met me, it made me feel something.
