Moth
(The Wedding)
...because I'm about to lose it. I don't mean my mind, I mean her, but sometimes I wonder. She's been all I really think about since we split years ago. What are fucking Sunny days without her? Same as the black nights without her, maybe a little worse because I can't hope sleep will take me.
It really didn't have to go the way it did. He's a dick and this will end badly for both of them. I let it happen. I chose to say nothing and endure these sunny days of madness, letting my desires chase me in circles. And now I'm trying to do "the right thing" by being here, smiling, and giving them a toaster they'll be burning toast in for years to come. Do they even want me here? I know he doesn't... I may have gotten an invitation, but I wasn't really invited. No. That's it. I can voice it all now, but never again. Fuck it, I'm crossing the Rubicon.
I don't even wait for the piest to get to the right part... I stand up and scream "I OBJECT!!!"