"Wow. Look at yourself tough guy. Couldn't get a guy to stay, couldn't stand a girl. Fighting for a living gets you a lot of injuries but now..." I look at my black eye. The wounds the broken bottle made. I sighed. "Now you just look weak"
I'm a fucking Mercenary but I can't survive a relationship with anyone. Gender doesn't matter, you just can't date in this world!
You can't go out with anyone from the 'normal world' because they won't understand and you can't go out with anyone from this world because they're as fucked up as you are. Some people have somehow managed to make it work, maybe all the good ones have been taken already.
I sigh again. Fuck it. I'm too tired to think straight. I'm going to bed. Maybe I can wake up and this whole nightmare will be over. I'll wake up with my baby in my arms, sleeping peacefully, a cute smile on her lips...no, stop it! It's over! You don't need her! You don't need that bitch!
I look at myself one last time before I go to sleep.
"You disgust me"
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Psychotically Perfect
RomanceI don't write books about fluffy bunnies and cute shit like that. Read my book if you want to know what it's about because I have no fucking idea.
