Take that smarmy little smile off of your face.

“What?”

Do you understand….that nobody cares? When you die, your body is going to rot away, until it’s nothing but bones. And those bones are gonna turn into dust, and you’ll be gone, more than gone. When you die, the world isn’t gonna end. Oh no, It’s gonna keep going, keep spinning till this piece of shit human race finally destroys itself. When you die, my love, I’m not gonna care, your mother is not gonna care, your father, your mailman, your teachers and your friends, no one is going to really, truly care. Because you know what? Life goes on, my love. We don’t want it to, but life goes fucking on. People die every day. Babies. Old men. Pedophiles. Policemen. No one cares. No one knows. Do you know what you are? Do you know what I am? Do you know what the fuck we are to this great, big universe, my love? We’re specks. We’re nothing. We’re a waste of space. So on the day you die, and believe me, that day will surely fucking come, I’m gonna smile. Because that’s one less rotten human being who passes themselves off as a lover and not a hater out of my hair. That’s one less person I’ve got to worry about. One day, my love, one day I’m going to be the last fucking man on earth. And that’ll be the happiest day of my piece of shit life. I AM SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS. You’re an idiot. I marvel at how I put up with your bullshit. I said I loved you, once, but now I’m convinced that was a lie. Yes, it was a lie. The look in your eyes….says you don’t care. Don’t really care about me. Well that’s OK. Because I……I don’t care about anything….dya hear me, my love? I don’t care about shit in this world. Not even myself. Not even myself. Now, now, don’t cry. Haha, I forget…I’m the one crying. I didn’t mean what I just said. Not any of it. Please, don’t leave me just now. Stay a while longer. Are you hungry? Let me feed you. I really can’t stand to be alone. Nope, not at all. Sometimes, I talk to my reflection in the mirror, and pretend that it’s you, pretend that it’s anybody. We have the most amazing conversations. Sometimes we argue. We usually just stare at one another though, and hate….Oh God, don’t leave. Am I scaring you? Did I hurt your feelings just then, love? I didn’t mean it. I’m a liar. I’m a fucking liar, I thought you knew? I’m a fucking liar and I’m slowly going insane. Please….get me some help, my love. Get me some fucking help.