Happy Ever After

So, my girlfriend, Sakura, told me she wanted to date. I told her she could just visit me and cuddle with me while I work at home for new articles. There is no literal day off. Because I choose to overwork myself for more cash, I'm a workaholic, and I love my passion for writing more than anything or anyone else!

MORE THAN GOD HIMSELF. I KNOW THIS IS GOING TO GET ME CANCELLED, BUT YEAH, FUCK HIM, HE KILLED MILLIONS OF PEOPLE AND WHAT IS SATAN'S BODY COUNT? 10, YES TEN FUCKING PEOPLE, HE ONLY KILLED 10 PEOPLE.

Damn, he's only doing his job. He's punishing sinners for God, and "He" convinces people to believe he's evil. He gave the apple to Eve to give them the knowledge to help them evolve from going ape-shit. They were primal human beings with no understanding. They didn't even know they were naked, and God, being a creep, didn't even give them clothes.

We wouldn't all exist if it weren't for Lucifer, but women get to suffer because Eve took the bait.

Anyway, that was a joke. I intended no harm to Christians or any religion. I do not encourage sending hate to any religion. I respect all religions.

Still, I just don't understand the point of worshipping an "omnipotent" deity priest talked about when they didn't clearly interpret God's words correctly, making up these false assumptions of goodness where they become hypocrites and sin right after church.

Anyway, that's for another book called "The Collective Manuscript" that I wrote.

Sakura didn't want just to cuddle, moving on from the actual topic. She tried to date, then go wild in bed after getting too drunk and high at the same time: Cross faded and all that.

I told her that I was busy and had her last straw. She wanted to break up. I didn't bother her because a breakup cannot distract me from work.

She tested me with the breakup thing the whole time. After an hour later, it turned out she wanted me back, but I was so hurt by what she said. So, we talked over the phone.

"Please, I'm sorry… come back, Klei…."

"You already hurt me. I'm leaving you."

"You can't leave me. I know you can't." this is what she says every break up when I attempt to leave.

"You're right, my love. I love you too much to leave you." my usual response, "I'll take a break and just tell them I got COVID and we'll date every day for two weeks, okay?"

"YES!!!"

"Heh, alright. I LOVE YOU!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO!"

This happens every fucking time. How does she do that? Well, she'd always been doing the hot and cold technique. Doesn't she think I know? Of course, I do. It's manipulative, and I'm manipulative over her too, which negative plus negative becomes positive.

We are attracted to one another. But I know it doesn't work like that in magnets, though, but meh, who cares. Opposites attract me sometimes because there are my everyday moments. I'm a healthy partner in the relationship, while she's just highly obsessed with me.

We went wild all over Angeles City, the city of palm trees, beaches, high buildings, and dystopian crime everywhere. It's like something you'd see in a video game that never released another sequel because they're greedy for money by adding more things to the multiplayer version of it and use online transactions for their cheap ass.

I hope Microsoft buys Rockstar Games like they did to Activision to fix the stupid anti-cheat and overpriced overpowered blueprints. The same city where we started to commit too much arson, but a few felonies for absolutely no reason. Because that's what we do best, both of us, it's mad love.

I tried to do the hot and cold technique as my revenge for doing the same in the first place against me. But it doesn't work for her. She demands too much of my attention, which already works better than not actually doing that manipulative tactic in relationships just to make her obsessed with me.

After two weeks, she wanted more when I had already told my boss that I had recovered from COVID-19 that I made up just to be with her. I told her to be patient because I had just lost two weeks' worth of my salary.

So, we adopted cats and lived in the same house again. So she doesn't have to be lonely. Then, I was fired from my job because they saw pictures of my girlfriend and me during my made up COVID-19 recovery. So, I was desperate for a job and kept looking around to find someone who could support me with my writing career.

My author career had been cancelled all over Twitter. It spread throughout other social media about my fake recovery from the pandemic. I was in a bad state, but my girlfriend was at least by my side, no matter what. She can't leave me. I can't leave her either.

So, through my desperation, I was convinced to join a spiritual movement and started to feel better, but had my doubts. Then these members of this religion had bought me into their outlandish delusional claims of worshipping cats as higher than human beings even as top of the food chain that they were higher than the alpha males of the human race.

At first, I didn't believe it, but they said if I joined, they would support my needs but never gave me any. But when I was given a drink inside some kind of small vase with a collar. And when I drank it, I saw it. EVERYTHING. I found out the truth that cats are meant to be worshipped.

At first, I thought their insane activities required sacrifices of human beings to be fed by the messiah of all people that Jesus was a hybrid of a cat and that God is the first cat in the universe that created the entire dimension of our world.

That God created humans, not in the likeness of his own image but as a test, if we were worthy, we would turn into cats and be taken care of humans in the next life after we die. And then, I was the next one to be sacrificed to turn into the next cat in the afterlife to be worshipped by humans and taken care of more than just a pet but a master.

I saw the cross on top of the cliff as we bowed down. But when the drugs lost their effect. I realised that the cross was just any other ordinary cat crucified onto the wooden cross, and turning out that the reason why we all believe this, and why and how I bought into this bullshit is because I've been intoxicated with many types of drugs this whole time.

And the high bishop, the group leader, was just a big fat zoophile who wanted to scam us for money. That's when it hit me. I took the knife from that one member's hand, the one who was about to sacrifice me.

Since I was willing to give my life, they didn't restrain me. I took his knife and slit his throat, and the high priest pulled out his gun, and I threw the knife towards his forehead, penetrating through his skull as blood pours down his eyes, cheek, nose, and mouth where he bathed, and he choked in his own blood. The rest stood up against me while I ran towards him, grabbed the gun, and shot all of them.

The next thing I know, I'm in jail and explained everything to them at court, where Sakura finally found me where I've been all this time. I'm in a compound in the lowest part of the Philippines. Leyte.

The highest position is on the island of Luzon, hundreds and hundreds of miles away from Luzon. I told them I didn't know the fluids they gave me in that collared neck vase had cocaine mixed with DMT in it. It was a wild experience, and I stayed away from any psychoactive drug for the rest of my life after getting rehabilitated, making myself stay away from coffee and cigarettes even.

NAH, I'M JUST KIDDING. I WOULD STILL TAKE THOSE TWO!

Anyway, I already had my life back on track. Sakura and I are happy. The case was closed, and I finally got my old job and old life back. My author and writing career is falling into place again.