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sickoflivingalie) wrote2015-04-12 09:28 pm
sickoflivingalie) wrote2015-04-12 09:28 pm
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muserevival: 090.3. First Person Prompt
Memories Made @ muserevival
Dear Mickey,
Been wishing this week that you put a bullet in Sammi's ass or pushed the bitch under a bus. She fucking cheated us out of our first date. At first, I told myself that didn't matter and what would it change anyway? But now it feels like it might have been the flast fighting chance to just get this fucking right.
Do you think about shit like this, or is it just me and my brain that won't fucking shut off? Sizzler, fucking McDonalds, Subway or fucking Taco Bell. I don't even care where it would have been now. I just wish I had that one fucking memory of something normal. Normal people seem to at least be able to get shit right part of the time. But not if you're a Gallagher. Apparently being conceived by Frank Gallagher's cock means you're destined to a life of bullshit and misery. Do you think religious people think the sins of the father should be paid for by the kids? No wonder I'm not fucking religious.
I miss you, and I miss Yev. I barely see him. I went over to see Svetlana but she wasn't there. I was going to ask if you'd been by to see your kid, but when I tried to get the words out, it was like they got stuck and I couldn't say your name. Sounds fucking stupid.
What do you think the best part of us was? All I can think of are the bad memories. Bad memories of my relationship with an amazing person. Because you are a fucking amazing person, you bitch. You are. You'll never believe it. I wanted to tell you that all the time, but I could already predict the cynical sneer I'd get in return.
Why don't we have any fucking good memories, Mick?
And now it's too late.
- Ian x
muserevivalDear Mickey,
Been wishing this week that you put a bullet in Sammi's ass or pushed the bitch under a bus. She fucking cheated us out of our first date. At first, I told myself that didn't matter and what would it change anyway? But now it feels like it might have been the flast fighting chance to just get this fucking right.
Do you think about shit like this, or is it just me and my brain that won't fucking shut off? Sizzler, fucking McDonalds, Subway or fucking Taco Bell. I don't even care where it would have been now. I just wish I had that one fucking memory of something normal. Normal people seem to at least be able to get shit right part of the time. But not if you're a Gallagher. Apparently being conceived by Frank Gallagher's cock means you're destined to a life of bullshit and misery. Do you think religious people think the sins of the father should be paid for by the kids? No wonder I'm not fucking religious.
I miss you, and I miss Yev. I barely see him. I went over to see Svetlana but she wasn't there. I was going to ask if you'd been by to see your kid, but when I tried to get the words out, it was like they got stuck and I couldn't say your name. Sounds fucking stupid.
What do you think the best part of us was? All I can think of are the bad memories. Bad memories of my relationship with an amazing person. Because you are a fucking amazing person, you bitch. You are. You'll never believe it. I wanted to tell you that all the time, but I could already predict the cynical sneer I'd get in return.
Why don't we have any fucking good memories, Mick?
And now it's too late.
- Ian x