Today is not a good day for you're fucking horseshit, oh woe is me i'm still sick and i'm keeping our son home because 'm sick, but you can't have your court ordered visit until saturday because i can't get my fucking fat head out of my ass long enough to take care of myself, oh and when an alternative is given you need to fucking react like a goddamn bomb is going off... it's so much more important to make sure that my son goes to the christmas assemblys on the last day at school instead of spending some time with daddy, stop being such a fucking self centered cunt and get off your fucking high horse, this is not the shit i want to deal with today, there's enough going on for you to start pulling your fucking horseshit, of course that's just it, you thrive on my being miserable, there's no illusion there. you'd rather i'd be unhappy and dependant on you than ever make it on my own, because then i'll come crawling back, here's the fucking thing tho.... I won't. I'm fucking independent and i no longer give a shit about you, youre ten year's dead as far as I'm concerened, there's no fucking point going back to the nothing that Is your life, as miserable as i might be right now it's a misery of my own creation, and i fought to be here, you were just a distration along the way, and yeah, you probaly gave some assistance in the destruction of my carreer because i would have had my head on straighter if you weren't in the picture but you are and at least i have my buitiful bouncing baby boy as the one good thing between us, but otherwise, i should have left you in the fucking gutter, face down and drunk where i found you.. because you're so fucking selfish, but then agian that's understandable, you never had a day of adversity in your life because mommy and daddy made sure you were the spoiled little princess, you got everything that was coming to you... in four years when you're forty and lonely don't come crawling back, i'll be unaviliable and still won't give a damn, you are psychic, you are gonna die a spinster, but that's of your own making.... you can't ever give me the guilt trip anymore, i've always done right by you, but someone how doing the right thing and the good thing isn't enough... so wallow in what you've become. I won't be there for you.
Current Mood: Angry.
Love is basically like leaches .... They suck until they can’t get enough of you. Until you find a catapillar that will turn into the butterfly that you have wished for all of your life. Then they just spread their wings and fly away.
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