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Some break, some stay together and some don't try at all. I don't know what I am, but anyway, I know better. I know that 'love' is just something people came up with to justify the bad shit they've done. 'I did it because I loved them', 'I did it for you' it's all bullshit. I'm not going to be happy because you did something for me when I didn't ask you to, I'm not going to be happy if I know you killed someone I knew because the person you loved told you to. Maybe mines contaminated, but I still don't care. "Valentine's day," I muttered, I stood up.
"Yep, valentines day, what do you think about it?" the doctor said.
"It's nothing but another day. Like any other holiday," I wandered around looking at all the decorations they had put up, I ripped one of them down.
"Why do you think that?"
"Why do people believe in gods, that's what I wanna know," The doctor opened their mouth but closed it again.
"I don't have an answer for that,"
"I know," I responded, anger laced my tone, I sat back down. I felt around in my pockets before pulling out my gun. "Gun laws here in America are fuckin' stupid, you know that?" The so-called therapist's eyes opened wide, staring at it.
"I-I can't touch upon the mater," they stuttered out.
"Whatever, you're no help," I said, placing the gun to their head. I could see them physically shake, they started breathing heavy too. "Can you please put the gun-" I shot them.
"Now that's what I call fun," I sighed, leaving the room.
Time to break more hearts, just like every year.