deliamber

Someone shot the only man I wanted to marry in Grade 8 (well, ya know, Dime or Phil, I wasn't going to be picky if it came right down to it)....

But Seriously..... What a fucking waste. May the fleas of a thousand camels invade the underarms of every living relative of that insane, murderous fucko!!


Goodbye Dime, you will be missed.



"....I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me. I feel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me. I was betrayed, one more day of my short life. You were carried away. You had no shame, to suffocate my being...."