Literature
Monologue
This world is fake. The people, the objects we use, the words we speak. I'm not saying that this, that you are listening to right now, is real. In fact, I'm not saying anything at all.
I could stand here before you and rant about everything that I like, dislike, love, and hate. Everything that irritates to hell out of me in fact, I could easily talk about. I could stand here before you and say "I hate you." just like that. Just like so many other people have said. Would you like it? No, you probably wouldn't. But would I care? No. I probably wouldn't. So, I won't do any of that.
But it's a curse! I can't help it. I just attract people. I'm
