"you broke it and you couldn't be fucking bothered to fix it!" I yelled, "so in order to make sure nothing else broke, I broke you!" My reflection stares right back at me, a silent, unblinking psychopath. But I can hear him. I know what he's saying, wherever he is. He's saying I had every reason to do it, but that doesn't make it ok.
"Shut up!" I yell, and the mirror still does nothing. Nothing. But I want it to. I want it to scream at me, say I was wrong. Say whatever the fuck it wants to. but it won't. cos it hasnt got a mouth has it? Has it? what is wrong with me?
I cant look away, the mirror, is there staring at me, and no mirror will ever stop staring at me, uness i look away.
but i cant. i just fucking cant!
why am i so shit at everything?
why cant i just be good at something?
or was that too hard? was that so hard mr god, sat up there on your high horse, being so amazing, and worshipped, bathing in your ego?
really? it was so damn hard to even give me the ability to talk to anyone?
so damn hard to make me alright, when my brother can do pretty much everything?
so shut the fuck up and... and...
i dont fucking know!
make this shithole better!
youre so stupid!
youre all fucking stupid!
i hate you!
all of you!
i cant do anything.
but i make no apologies for what i did. who would i apologise to? a priest? would that make it all better? no it wouldn't! cus i cant speak to the dead! noone can! so i cant apologise.
so i wont.
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Fixing what you broke.
Teen Fictionso i got this idea from a quote i saw on tumblr by Meredith Grey, which is, "I make no apology for how I fixed what you broke." its probably to do with love or something, i dunno, anyway at the time of writing this blurb, i dont know whats gonna ha...
