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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

“Don’t forget there is always somebody or somethingwaiting for you, something stronger, more intelligent,more evil, more kind, more durable, something bigger, something better, something worse, something with eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,something crazier than crazy,saner than sane, there is always something or somebodywaiting for you as you put on your shoes or as you sleep or as you empty a garbage can or pet your cat or brush your teethor celebrate a holidaythere is always somebody or something waiting for you.”
Charles Bukowski
What shall we talk about? Seems to me that, now, on this forum, no one is really talking.very quiet... I remember the times when you could not keep up with everyone posting in the same time... funny ones are all banned. Booo
Editat Dum 19 apr 2015 23:44
Anca/Maria a scris:What shall we talk about?
About sharks in open waters this time of the year :sweating:
2 teens are severely injured in shark attacks in N. Carolinahttp://news.yahoo.com/north-carolina-shark-attack-leaves-teen-girl-severely-222559365.html
Confederate flag taken down in South Carolina after 54 years
http://news.yahoo.com/south-carolinas-confederate-flag-comes-down-friday-073348446.html