Fear

You know what scares me more then not wearing a bra?

More than a butterfly on my face?

More than a huge vampire moth with a gun?

The word 'goodbye'.

I mean, I say it, but I hate it everytime.

Movies that leave you with 'The End' in golden sparkling fonts?

No matter how happy the ending is, I feel a little chip in my heart because endings aren't good.

The only time I say it without totally hating it, is when I am able to follow it with the promise of seeing that person again. 

That's why I feel so guilty about the night of July 31, 2006 when I said, "Goodbye, Mommy. I love you." instead of what I had said the night before which was, "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Goodbye is a horrible, yucky, disgusting, monster goat raping-bugeyed_asshole_viceprincipal of a word.

If hell and Satan were only a word, hell would be 'bye' and Satan would be 'good'.

That's the irony of the phrase. 

There's nothing good about a separation.

All it ever does it hurt.

Sometimes people like Jeff feel relieved.

But that's a rare case.

Ends should never happen.

Moments that you treasure should last eternally.

Friends should stick together forever.

Divorces shouldn't be wanted.

Breakups should be unnecessary.

Goodbye should be a thing of the past.

I wish I could say goodbye to goodbye.