Karina Halle

People say things are going to be Hell without even the slightest notion of what Hell is.

I have to live with my mistakes, but I don__ have to regret them. I regret my actions but I can__ regret the consequences. We all make our own paths in life. Everyone we meet, everything we do, it changes us. It makes us who we are. And, if we__e lucky, we__e given the chance to make things right again.

I__ pretty sure there are some things in the dark that we__e not meant to see.

And what is I was only supposed to burn for a certain amount of time?" I whispered. "What if I was only meant to shine for a while?""Then you truly don't know what stars are meant to do."I looked at him in wonder."They are meant to give us hope in the face of infinity".

I slowly, deliberately began to work the blade into his throat. He squirmed and kicked and fought agains tme, but in his current state, I was stronger. His will to live was pathetic, just like he was. Eventually he stopped kicking. I kept cutting. When I was finally done, I was covered in sweat and only a few drops of blood on my shoes and pants. They'd come out in a good wash.I put his head into the garbage and pulled the bag out, making a knot at the end. I hoped it wouldn't leak through. Then I looked around the office. It was a mess before I came in, piles of paper and empty beer bottles scattered around. The addition of his blood and a headless corpse was barely noticeable.

We were vicious and violent but elegant and discreet. There was a dance to all of this, one that kept all things flowing in the right direction, a circle that ensured the smartest and brightest would stay on top, not the man with the most guns and the smallest dick.

The saying goes, if you love something, let it go. I always though it was better to just shoot the damn thing so it'd never go anywhere.

Sometimes hope is like wearing someone else__ coat. You know it can shield and protect you, just as it did them, but it still doesn__ feel right. You__e just not used to it.

You__e saying we can write our own destiny,_ I said, feeling too jaded and stubborn in the moment to believe it. __ am saying,_ he said carefully, __hat this is not the end of the story. Not the way I am writing it.

Look, I don't know who has been telling you over the years that you aren't worthy of love and happiness, but they're idiots. We all deserve it. And if people get hurt along the way, that's life. We've all been hurt. Doesn't that make love more crucial to our lives?

I'm great at lying to myself.

I feel like I__ a disappointment to mankind,_ he remarked woefully as he placed the shirt through my arms and began to pull it down over my breasts. __omeone this gorgeous should be on display in a museum.

No matter what happened, he was Dex and I was Perry and that combination only led to trouble.

My mother is quite the character. You'd hate her. Sometimes I think I hate her too, but mainly I feel sorry for her. Which is kind of worse.

Love isn't a choice. I can't control how I feel about him any more than I can control the sun in the sky. But what I can do is control what I do with those feelings.