xevilxashleyx

So, first: Fuck you. You make me feel like shit sometimes. Most times. Fuck you fuck youfuckyou...

Next: My ass is bruised. It's pretty hardcore, and it hurts like a mother fucker. And my tailbone is pretty fucked up, too.

I havn't eaten in two days or so. I just keep smoking and ignoring this pain in my stomach. Somehow, it's all justified by the pay off...and he wonders why...on top of it, I'm still sexually starved. No love, no sex, no attention what-so-ever. Just fat and grossness.
I understand, but that doesn't make it any easier...On a slightly 'better' note, while it sucks, no lovin' has become the 'norm, and I've come to grips with it, but goddamn does it piss me off when I'm not good enough, but internet sluts are.

It's been one of those days, kids. 12 hours in the Cubicle of Doom. Traffic up the wa-zoo. Still can't find my check book. Cell phone died. Strange people coming over to paw through "my" (HA!) house. And then...well, then this bullshit, too, and I'm ready to give up.

You forget I exist? Some days, I wish I could forget you did, too...

Oh, did I mention...?

FUCK YOU