You've Created a Monster

You tried so hard to be heard, but no one did, except me. The memories we’ve made have been lost. They have fallen into the chasm. Masked behind all the deceit and lies you’ve took part in over the years. The ghost of you follows me. I feel you, sometimes I see you. I remind myself you’re gone, and nothing will ever bring you back. Do I wish things between us ended differently? I really couldn’t say. I don’t thank you for what you’ve done for me, because of you I hate myself.

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I’m currently reading the autobiography, A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. Unlike the last book I read, The Lovely Bones, there are definite distinct emotions that I’m feeling; and those are of anger, pain, grief, and hysteria. I’m the kind of person who fully indulges himself into a book. Relating and becoming attached to the characters, so much so that I sometimes picture myself as a certain character. I feel and experience every little agonizing event that takes place for James throughout the novel, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and at unease. Maybe, it’s due to my lack of life experience, which amplify these emotions that take place for me while I read the book. A Million Little Pieces is said to be life changing for those who are battling addiction. I would not doubt that, and would fully recommend those individuals to read this book.