January Bell

He turns from my bedside, and I throw the only thing I can at him.

My truth.

“I despise you,” I rasp. “I will hate you forever for taking my choice from me.”

You are everything I never wanted, everything I loathe, childishly selfish, full of deceit and hatred.

Because it’s smart to talk to your auditory hallucinations. Really makes them think twice about bothering you. Everyone knows that.

We are believers in there being a time for all things, in the necessity of a winter to bring the warmth of spring.”

“That’s the most fucking stupid excuse I’ve ever heard for nonaction.”