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There’s no such thing as passion,

We just go through life.

A daze is all we can hope for

To end the miserable strife.

At the end of the day,

We watch the clock ticking away time.

Slowly your soul fades into the dark,

And then the death-toll chimes.

Hold on to the dreams you thought you once had

tomorrow the world will end.

Because this earth births nothing but sorrows,

Passion’s mournful friend.

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Crash Landing

“So that’s it?” I whispered, battling tears that were destined to make me look like even more of an idiot. “I’m just a boost for your ego.” The realization that I was nothing more to him than a pleasant reaction you get from looking in the mirror and noticing you don’t look half as bad as you thought you did. I’m his fan following; his one woman groupie. He didn’t want me. All he wanted was the attention I gave him.

                He looked away from me, probably to avoid seeing my face mutate into a mess of tear-soaked red blotches. “I didn’t know you cared about me like that,” he wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

                The tears stopped. He didn’t know. How could I be mad if he didn’t even know how I felt. I couldn’t really. But then I remembered all of the late night talks, all of the dream searching, and flirting, all of the presents, the hugs, the times that I went out of my way to help him out whenever he needed it.

I could feel my face get hot. “That’s bullshit!” I yelled, my hands shaking in fists. “You knew the whole time! It was so obvious how much I cared about you! You knew! You just didn’t want your precious groupie to smart up and leave you alone to the people who ignore you.”

“I…”

“NO! You don’t get to speak!” I cut him off, shaking my fists in his face. “I’ve done nothing but listen to you complain about every other girl who’s fucked you over for the last three years. You’ve never even bothered to get to know me. Goddammit I’m so stupid!”

I couldn’t stop the tears from over flowing now. They were like the first drops of water spilling over the broken concrete of a dam. They were fresh and free falling. They were violent as they laid the path for the rest to follow. I could feel the blood pulsing in my hands as they grew redder and redder.

He stood opposite me, looking on to the whole new crazy that he let grow in his backyard. His hands remained at his sides as if repulsed to be near me. Time stopped in those moments. It was just him and me. Frankenstein and monster, unmoving and unflinching at the horrors we had both become.

“Comet,” he began. I flinched at the nick name, remembering all the times we talked about exploring the galaxy, “what do you want me to do?”

I took a moment, just a second or two to look him dead in the eyes to see if he was serious. I want you to love me! I want you to wrap me in your arms and feel the same way about me as I do about you! I want to go on space adventures and see the universe together because I feel like I’m in space whenever you’re around. I want you goddammit! But I couldn’t want all of those things. I couldn’t make him do any of those things or feel the way I wanted him to. I didn’t want to make him. I wanted him to do it on his own. But he would never feel any of that. He didn’t see me as anything more than a fan. “Nothing,” I whispered. I spoke up, “I don’t want anything from you.” In that moment, I truly wanted nothing from the one who could give me nothing.

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Tell Lionsgate what you want.

So I just heard that Gary Ross is not going to direct Catching Fire. So why don’t the fans get Lionsgate’s attention and push the movie back another six months or even a year? If you want a quality product, it takes time. I really enjoyed the Hunger Games movie and I even went to the theater to see it three times already. Gary Ross kept the book’s realistic elements and portrayed them in such a way that it was art, rather than some rushed hollywood production. I’m a fan of both the book series and the movie and I would happily wait however long that is necessary in order to get a product worth enjoying. As a fan and a movie goer, I would think that Lionsgate would also have this in mind when setting up the release dates. Seeing how they are rushing the series, I am quite disappointed with the company. Am I saying I won’t go see Catching Fire under the new director? No, of course I’ll be in the theater at midnight. However, I fear that the quality of the movie will suffer immensely. Will I go to see it three times after the first viewing? Probably not.

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