You became a dribbling drool blob in a matter of weeks. Not from anything natural but only your own mind. I hate the fact i dislike you so much to the point of almost loathing you. You're disgusting. I'm only disappointed in the fact that you followed as if your own daughter and the man that mistreated you so horribly as you age. I cant stand to look at you, though I know that if I don't look now, I'll forget what you look like when you pass. I don't want to say it but I know that it's true, you're most definitely due soon.
No comments:
Post a Comment