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

by Anonymous

liked hurting girls. Mentally, not physically,

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 provided a service. I listened and listened and listened. You stored yourself in me.

The more they confided and invested in you, the deeper the shock and the more satisfying the moment at the end. So, I’d

Why would anyone set out to break the heart of someone he loved? Why would anyone intentionally cause that kind of pain?

Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.

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

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.

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.

Through me you enter the city of sorrow Through me you pass to eternal pain

Through me you reach the people that are lost All hope abandon, ye who enter here.