Puppets

Is it entirely impossible to get over someone?

It seems like it takes everybody else a few days. Weeks, at the very most. But for me, for you, for this, it's taking days and weeks and months. I don't know what I am going to do. It's so draining to not think of you. To not smile when something reminds me of you. To not cry when I hear your name. It's pathetic, it's repulsive. The human heart is a sick fucking thing. I want to get rid of mine, sometimes.

"What sick, ridiculous, puppets we are, and what a gross, little stage we dance on. What fun we have, dancing and fucking, not a care in the world. Not knowing that we are nothing. We are not what was intended."