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Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things, they burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back. They bruise and bake and come back to haunt you. I've made far too many wishes in my lifetime.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but don't all stories begin this way? The stranger who comes to town and wreaks havoc. The man who stumbles off a cliff on his wedding day. The woman who goes to look out the window when a bullet, or a piece of glass, or a blue-white icicle pierces her breast. I was the child who stomped her feet and made a single wish and in so doing ended the whole world — my world, at any rate. The only thing that mattered. Of course I was self-centered, but don't most eight year-old girls think they're the queen of the universe? Don't they command the stars and seas? Don't they control the weather? When I closed my eyes to sleep at night, I imagined the rest of the world stopped as well. What I wanted, I thought I should get. What I wished for, I deserved.
I knew what my role was in the world. I was the quiet girl at school, the best friend, the one who came in second place. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I didn't want to win anything. There were words I couldn't bring myself to say; words like ruin and love and lost made me sick to my stomach. In the end, I gave them up altogether. By the time I was in high school, I was everyone's confidante; I knew how to listen. I was there for my friends, a tower of strength, ever helpful, especially when it came to their boyfriends, several of whom slept with me in senior year, grateful for my advice with their love lives, happy to go to bed with a girl who asked for nothing in return.
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Post n°297 pubblicato il 12 Maggio 2008 da Scarlett_O_Hara
Se ti dicono “pazzo” non crederci, lo fanno per farti impazzire davvero. Se ti dicono “sei troppo agitato per vedere le cose lucidamente” non crederci, lo fanno per depistarti. Se ti dicono “vedi cose che non esistono” non crederci, lo fanno per non farti scoprire i loro segreti. Se ti dicono “bugiardo” non crederci, lo fanno per non guardare la loro coscienza sporca. Se ti dicono “sei l’unico colpevole” non crederci, lo fanno per trovare un capro espiatorio ai guai che gli sono piovuti addosso. Se ti dicono “sono stato sempre onesto con te” non crederci, il 90% di quello che ti hanno detto erano menzogne. Se giurano e spergiurano su ciò che di più caro hanno al mondo non crederci, tutti sono bravi a incrociare le dita dietro la schiena. Se ti dicono “sono tuo amico e lo sarò sempre” non crederci, quando avrai bisogno davvero di loro non ci saranno. Se ti dicono “ ti voglio bene” non crederci, alla prima occasione spariranno nel nulla. Se ti dicono “fidati di me” non crederci, quando non servirai più ti pugnaleranno alle spalle. Se ti dicono “ci sarò sempre per te” non crederci, quando ti crollerà tutto addosso sarai solo. Se ti dicono “falso” non crederci, ridici sopra pensando a chi te lo dice. Se ti chiedono verità non dargliela mai, la userebbero per ridere di te. |
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