Diary of an Oxygen Thief (Oxygen Thief Diaries Book 1)

by Anonymous

So in order to feel something through the numbness, I decided to perpetrate on my soul and hers the equivalent of quenching cigarettes on my paralyzed limbs. My hope was that if I registered pain, it would be welcomed as a sign of life.

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

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