Post by Maria on Jan 19, 2009 20:07:06 GMT -6
Maria slumped along the sidewalk rather slowly. You see, she was very distraught. She had been looking for the love of her life, Jasper, for so long. And she found him, well, sort of. She knew where he lived now. But she was also hit with the terrible truth that he was married. Married. The word had been echoing in her mind for the past hour.
But she had promised him that she would stay. Just in case he might want to talk. "Although, I dont see why he would want to speak to me. I was so terrible to him. And I loved him. He probaly hates me so very much after what Ive done. I cant believe I was so stupid. How could I ever believe that when I had found him he might possibly accept me as a good person. Its idiotic really. I mean, life isnt a bloody fairytale. I mean, I guess I never wanted life to be a fairytale. I always wanted life to be like Scrubs. Well, maybe life is a fairytale. But, of course, I wouldnt know, because Im not living. Gosh! Im so selfish! I cant believe this! I should be happy. Jasper is happy. Shouldnt I be glad that he isnt still stuck with stupid me? Of course, I feel like Im falling apart! It was one thing to not have him, but to know I never in a million years will. Its awefull. And The worst part is, I probaly do have a million years. A million years of pain and suffering. Maybe. Maybe I should see the Volturi. No. I shan't. I cant even comprehend the idea of scuicide. Maybe I should call one of those weird scuicide lines. Yes. Ill do that. Later." she rambled to herself.
She wished she would come across one of those weird people that sang on the streets while playing an acoustic guitar. Those people always cheered up Maria, though she rarely saw them, and never when she wished to see them.
But she had promised him that she would stay. Just in case he might want to talk. "Although, I dont see why he would want to speak to me. I was so terrible to him. And I loved him. He probaly hates me so very much after what Ive done. I cant believe I was so stupid. How could I ever believe that when I had found him he might possibly accept me as a good person. Its idiotic really. I mean, life isnt a bloody fairytale. I mean, I guess I never wanted life to be a fairytale. I always wanted life to be like Scrubs. Well, maybe life is a fairytale. But, of course, I wouldnt know, because Im not living. Gosh! Im so selfish! I cant believe this! I should be happy. Jasper is happy. Shouldnt I be glad that he isnt still stuck with stupid me? Of course, I feel like Im falling apart! It was one thing to not have him, but to know I never in a million years will. Its awefull. And The worst part is, I probaly do have a million years. A million years of pain and suffering. Maybe. Maybe I should see the Volturi. No. I shan't. I cant even comprehend the idea of scuicide. Maybe I should call one of those weird scuicide lines. Yes. Ill do that. Later." she rambled to herself.
She wished she would come across one of those weird people that sang on the streets while playing an acoustic guitar. Those people always cheered up Maria, though she rarely saw them, and never when she wished to see them.
