binx

The last two years have been a clusterfuck of bad decisions. I was partying way too much and then i fell in love with the worlds biggest asshole. Instead of just getting my shit together on my own i decided to get married in las vegas. I think it was easier to become someones wife then to admit i had made some bad decisions while i was younger. I decided to get married in the morning one day and by 7 pm that night i was in a small white chapel in the las vegas ghetto in jeans and a dirty sweatshirt telling an old lady midget with a silver wig and 3 inch long pink eyelashes i wanted to purchase the 80 dollar wedding rings andmarry this 30 year old grey haired man with a flannel shirt with holes in it. It looked like i had just gotten off my shift at del taco and picked up the best smelling homless person i could find on my way to the little stained glass chapel. I payed for the gas to get there, the marriage liscense, the rings, the "tip" for the pastor guy, our bills for the last year and a half, and finally im paying for this las vegas wedding with very soul. You have never known rage and hatred unless u have gotten married in vegas. you have never seen the blood red color of hell unless you have gotten married in vegas. After finally leaving him i feel like i have a second chance at life. I could have stayed in that marriage and had kids and struggled for the rest of my life, but i get another chance to fuck myself over in all new and original ways. thanks for reading. nick sucks