Everyone’s dead / all my family’s dead now / it’s just me.
Last man standing but I feel like I’m falling down.
I don’t love her / haven’t for a while / don’t know how to end it.
8 years is a long time in this town but she fucking stabbed me! That’s not normal, is it? That’s not love. Is it? If it was the other way around and I had stabbed her, I’d be in prison.
My kid isn’t even mine!
We don’t belong here / we should leave / you should leave him.
Can I tell you a secret? I’ve recently become a millionaire.
Our favourite people are dead / they’ve left us / there’s nothing here for us / let’s just leave.
I’ll look after you.
I’m scared you’ll write about me, and it’ll be all bad.
There’s nothing for us here but grief.
Disappear with me / please / let’s just go: say the word and we’ll go.
I thought there was nobody as mad as me and then I met you.
You are the other half of me.
If anyone asks me about you, I tell them you’re my solicitor.
I can make you so happy, if you let me.
Please don’t leave me.
I need you / want you / love you so badly.
Wait! Stop. Be quiet… she’s ringing me now.
Sorry. She’s on her way here. Do you mind leaving?
Please / quickly / sorry.
Is that your hairband or hers?
By the way, we need to get our story straight.
Originally published at Nauseated Drive (July 2021)
oomph. and the echoes of the voice(s) never cease.
Men, eh!? Thanks for reading, Tara xx
Fantastic drivel! Love it <3
This guy chatted SOOOO much shit. ‘I’ve recently become a millionaire’ being my favourite bullshit :’D
Incredible! Literally! :D