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

by Anonymous

When I spoke, she turned her head toward me and seemed to abandon herself to the meaning of my words.

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.

I began to hate you for not having the courage to tell me what you really thought of me.

setting you free and asking you to do the same for me. Please?”

Romance has killed more people than cancer.

I became less available until I banished her to the wintriest regions of my absence. I waited to hear that she had done away with herself, how handsome I imagined myself at her funeral. Or even better to be burying my dick in someone else as she was being buried in the ground.

That was the moment I knew I’d have to do this thing alone. This thing being life. Doors closed. Like in Westerns when the bad guy walks down the street and all the townsfolk slam their doors one after another into perspective.

Maybe I was emulating the only relationship I’d ever had by gaining trust and then breaking it abruptly.

I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m far more interested in symmetry.

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

I heard someone say somewhere that it’s possible to write the sickness out of yourself. And who knows, maybe someone will benefit.

Yes, suicide comes like an old friend.