violate~ ill wait, forever if i have to

i hate my life

Violet: how were your days. Ya know, since the "go away" I told you.

Tate: not much. Just wanted to die, wanted to get back with you and , oh I said die?

Violet: good... Because... I felt that too and , you know... Die..

Tate: great! But, now I don't. Because I have you. Its like all my problems are solved.

( Okay I have to admit it... It was a really uneasy and awkward conversation and... Ughh. I don't know if that connection between me and Tate is gone or still ) exists...

Tate: I just remembered these times that we were listening to Kurt Cobain, revealing our scars and their stories and watching gay porn. I miss these times...

Violet: haha gay porn is hot!

Tate: totally agree.

Violet: hey lets do the same. I dont know what the fuck we are, like we're a strange ghost couple or something like that, but its fun.

Tate: yeah lets go.

( aww... He hugged me. How sweet. Yeah, oh connection still exists. Love is in the air.)

Tate: here, some magazines and there are some discs of Kurt Cobain. So any depressing sights lately??

Violet: a lot...

Tate: ah, tell me.

Violet: basically, well. I hate my life.

Tate: hey, why???

Violet: my parents don't even care about me from the time they turned into ghosts. They just have fun with other ghosts, terrify the people that come into this house and have sex. As always.

( oh, I can't believe it... I talk with Tate again about my psychological problems. My favorite therapist)

Tate: woah, your life is a mess. Let me tidy it up.

Violet: how?

Tate: let's go to the basement and I'll show you.

( wtf? This basement is all surprises. Hope its a good one.)

Tate: okay close your eyes.

Violet: Tate I'm gonna Fall! I'm too clumsy to go downstairs with my eyeeeeesssss. Ouch! Told ya!

Tate: violet! Are you okay!?!?

Violet: nope! I think I broke something.

Tate: oh violet... I prepared a dinner table.

Violet: im not gonna loose this. I wanna spend this night with you, even with a broken leg. Who cares?

Tate: I care! Will you be okay?!?

Violet: stop it. I can do this.

( now that I found Tate, I can't let a broken bone destroy everything! I can leave with pain. My heart was broken for a loooongg time)

Tate: see, this is the black rose I Gave you that day... The first flower a boy gave you.

Violet: I painted it black. I know how you dont like normal things.

Tate: now, I painted it white. This will remind you of happiness through the darkest times.

Violet: Tate... I love you but...

Tate: but what?

Violet: I think I dont deserve you. You love me with all your heart. I dont say I don't but...

Tate: violet... You hurt me by saying these words. Please ... Stop... even if you cant show it you feel it. I know you do.

Violet: Tate... You're so sweet and calming and caring.... Thanks

Tate: I love you

Violet: I love you too.

( that dinner was amazing. Deep talk, roses and .... Well food. And the sweetest guy in the universe.)

Tate: hey, you must see a doctor tho.

Violet: look it'll be okay. Dont worry love. But itll yea faster if you sleep with me.

Tate: be my pleasure.

( my leg hurts so damn much! Hope its nothing than a broken bone)