Well.. An hour ago.. I came on. Finally.. No baby.. The minute I wish to have a baby I come on.. Great eh? >.>
Me and Paul are argueing yet again. Like always. I started it all.. Why can't I keep my ********' mouth shut?!
Basically. If we don't sort things out.. I'm gonna be the old me. Maybe worse.. Turn to prostitution this time.. Then drink away everything.. Maybe I'll make friends with heroin? After all MY God liked it. So must be good.. Sound good to you?
No promises, no love, no decent family Nothing to live for..
WHY do I have to do this? I always ******** things up..
[Nympho] Whore · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 05:25pm · 0 Comments |