Diary of an Oxygen Thief (The Oxygen Thief Diaries, #1)

by Anonymous

They say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects the blue sky above. So it was with me. I allowed you to admire yourself in my eyes.

I see now that I was in pain and wanted others to feel it, too. This was my way of communicating.

Hurt people hurt people more skillfully.

Romance has killed more people than cancer. Okay, maybe not killed, but dulled more lives. Removed more hope, sold more medication, caused more tears.

You might as well argue with the mirror as argue with each other. After all, aren’t we all really the same person?

What you do comes back to you with twice the force—fuck it, three times the force. We are not punished for our sins, we are punished by them.

punished for, punished by. same difference, is it not? karma truly will come eventually.

The pain involved in a premeditated broken heart would easily compare with a case of assault, and yet no court of law would recognize it as a crime. A broken arm heals.

They say you’re not punished for your sins, you’re punished by them.

Love, hate, what’s the difference?