I keep counting the days. I lost track at this point. 11, 12, 1-…I’m not even sure what comes after that. I miss you. I found myself getting dressed thinking about you, thinking about all we did together. The good the bad, dont get me wrong I neglected you from time to time and I didn’t mean it. I get so distracted. It seems like its another one of those nights where I lay on the cool side of the pillow to the thought of you. Oh how I miss my fucking wallet.
Everyone’s such a punk pussy bitch like! Grow up, put some hatred in your heart for rapists and pedophiles and abusers. Turn your back on people who have committed grand acts of violence. Stop being such lil’ fake and gutless people that you’d spend more time defending sadists than their victims.
