As Messed Up As Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Looking at him, waiting for him to respond, I only hope my confession has not made him want to run. "We're just two messed-up people that fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces; we're different designs, but we fit perfectly." His words sting a bit; he said I was fucked before, and now he thinks I am messed up. He thinks I'm messed up? Then again, thinking of my life, I guess I am in some ways; my mind hasn't been right since I was a child. After Kyle, I'd accepted I would never be the same again.

Not with her. “Zane, are you all right? You have looked miserable these last few days,” Maddie asked as we sat across from each other at lunch. “No, not really. I messed up, and I do not know how to fix it,” I admitted before I could stop myself. Fix it? What the hell am I even saying? Fix what? It was just sex, wasn’t it? There is nothing to fix. “What did you do?” she asked, not even surprised that I had managed to ruin something again.

No her. I’m so completely, utterly screwed.

I said desperately. No answer again. I walked back to my room. And punch the wall. Why am I always so fucked up. I can't even set my priorities right. ***

I massaged the center of my forehead and stayed like that for a moment. “The woman’s messed up, alright?” I finally said. “She’s got too much going on in her head, and no matter what she tells me, she’s messed up. I mean…” That damn headache was back, and the day wasn’t even over. “I’m the one who messed her up…” “Don’t go there.” “It’s the truth! How many times have I told you about this?” “Not many, honestly.”

"You've messed up my data, and you're gonna fix it." "Huh?"

Over and over. Asher has ruined me forever. What the fuck am I doing?

I think I am broken. -----------