Genre: Contemporary Romance
Have you ever been so angry that hitting things felt good? Or so numb that you actually felt high? The past few years have been like that for me. Traveling between fury and indifference with no stops in between.
Some people hate me for it, while others are scared of me. But none of them can hurt me, because I don’t care about anything or anyone.
I love her so much that I hate her. We used to be friends, but I found out that I couldn’t trust her or anyone else.
So I hurt her. I pushed her away.
But I still need her. The sight of her centers me, and I can pool all of my anger into her. Engaging her, challenging her, bullying her…they are my food, my air, and the last part of me that feels anything human.
But she left. She went to France for a year, and came back a different girl.
Now, when I push, she pushes back.
You know a book is good when:
1. You stay up until it’s finished, even if you have an early class.
2. You can’t get it out of your head, even if you’re done reading it.
3. You have no idea what to do with yourself now that the book is done and just kind of sit there.
(sometimes my body even shakes because I’m just filled with so much love and excitement for the book)