I have just completed a paper and I have no idea why but I just feel like I need to write something. A story perhaps or gawd know what, to just get it out of my effing system. So maybe I'll try squeezing my brain juice dry for a short story.

Title: Jealousy (Nothing to do with me. Its a story.)

Everyone gets jealous. Honestly. Get me a person whom is never jealous, and I'll get you a person whom shits ice-cream. Its that bad. Green-eyed monster has been a built-in in everybody's system. And sometimes, jealousy can be both ways a good and bad thing.Most of the time, bad. I have this monster living in me. I know it's bad, and at times, I try to tell myself I shouldn't be getting upset over it, but it just keeps failing me over and over again. And it got so severe once, just that fucking once, here I am, hands tied up, in a loony bin, at times sane, and at times I could just talk to myself for hours. For every moment when I am in my sane mind, I would take a long stroll on the memory lane, regretting my actions, sleep it off, and a new day starts again with the same routine. 

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Randy and I have been going out for like eternity. We were the golden couples of our high school years. We never dated anyone else. Everything was going perfectly smooth until we both graduated from high school. That's when things started to turn sour. We had different dreams, thus, we each, enrolled in different universities. To make things worst. Our universities are at different states. He's in Johnson County Community College, Kansas and I went to Cleveland State University in Ohio. Long distance was a disaster, we barely meet three times in a month because we were both busy trying to fit in initially. As time passes by, things got way out of hand. Randy started avoiding my calls. Whenever he answers them, he gives me a quick explanation that he's really busy with studies and bid his goodbyes. No more sweet corny messages from him. No more "I-love-yous". My suspicions was aroused. I began a calling spree checking on him every 5 minutes. And for each time he rejects my calls, I text him 5 times and it ended up a threat message that says "If you don't call me back, we are done" and stuffs like that. I was literally out of my mind at that point in time. Friends around me were telling me there's something fishy going on with Randy.

So I have decided to pay him a surprise visit one day. And I caught him on top of another girl. Blondie. Apparently her name was Rachel. (Yes, that jerk managed to introduce her to me in that awkward moment) I went berserk, grabbed whatever I could find on his desk, and well, I sorta stabbed him with a pencil on his head. Kicked him in his nuts twice. Slapped the bitch named Rachel twice. Before I was carried away by a group of strange people. Since then, I couldn't contain my calmness. I tend to get so paranoid at everything, being anxious all the time. I didn't know what happened to Randy since then. I never knew what was going on in the outside world.
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It has been 5 years since my arrival in this nut house. I lost touch with everything and everyone. No one came to visit me except for Randy, yes, there was this once when he came to pay me a visit, resulting in me shouting causing a havoc in the crazy farm, everything just went blank after that. I guess, I ain't that crazy after all. ;)

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Amateurish but boy, do I feel good now. :D Time to start on my love notes on my second subject.