Izzabelle Murillo, pd 8

Izzabelle Murillo

English  Pd. 8

Monologue

It sucks that we couldn't talk today. Remember when we used to everyday? 

Because I do, and I miss it. 

You

It's hard enough thinking about you, so what am I doing talking about you too? Even if it is just in my mind?

You pop up in my head once and I'm stuck the entire day. 

You. How do I even describe you? 

Sweet? No, definitely not

Sensitive? I suppose. 

No, you... you're dangerous. That's for sure. Because just like me and everyone else in this messed up world, you're broken. But you, you're pieces are shattered around my mind and your soul. 

I can't stop thinking about you. 

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't imagine your face or hear your voice in my mind. 

I just want to let you know. 

I love you, but I hate you too. 

I don't know how you do it, but you make me confess things I can't even confess to myself. 

You make me want to go to Harvard and become the best psychologist in the world because I can't figure you out. 

I'm so tired of feeling like the weaker one, like I always have to search for you. I hate feeling like a bother and a burden so you never get to hear these things. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you today. But that didn't happen. 

I know, that just like me, you're suffering so why can't you admit it? 

Admitting that you need help makes you stronger, doesn't it?

It sucks that we couldn't talk today because there are so many things that I want to say and an hour a day is nothing. 

I remember so many things and am so haunted by the past, I can't seem to move on, even though you have. But we don't seem to have time for each other anymore. And as much as it hurts, maybe it's for the best. 

It sucks that we couldn't talk today, maybe I'll gather the courage to try again next time.