Ok, so last year I feel in love with the greatest boy ever, or so I thought ... We dated for 5 years and to be honest he was my first real love. Then one day he suddenly said Im dumping you, Of course I said why, His reply was I hate you, Stupid bitch, Then punched me in the face. I cry and ran away just to go home to my mother and her best friend drunk, And they started beating up on me. So I started to drink, A while later someone heard a rumor that I had a threesome and got preggo. Of course I did not because I am a virgin. Then some homeless guy called me a slut and then asked me to give him a bj. I hate my life :( | |
There are some commentators who are skeptic about your story but I will accept it as the truth. Though your account is filled with unfortunate circumstances and experiences it seems as though you are just having a bad moment in your life one that will surely pass. One thing that has always helped get through bad times is reading poems. If you have never read " island by langston hughes, or 'invictus' I recommend that you do. Also I'd like to recommend a song by Tom waits, titled " you can never hold back spring" , it's a touching song, please give it a chance, listen to the words and feel the music
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A friend of mine, John, was a janitor for a warehouse. Some homeless dude kept throwing garbage over the fence of the property. The boss told John that if he could not keep the property clean of garbage, he would be replaced by somebody who could. John caught the dude throwing garbage and had a talk with him. He gave the homeless person a six pack of beer and two marijuana cigarettes and told him to quit throwing garbage. This was friendly advice and his only warning. The next day, all six cans of beer were thrown over the fence. At 4:00 am the next morning, John went to the homeless campsite where the homeless dude lived. John set off a box of smoke bombs, roman candles and other fireworks that would freak out a homeless war veteran and as he ran, my friend pour gasoline on his campsite and possessions and lit the match. No more problems with the homeless asshole.
I have no sympathy for most homeless people, most of them made the life they wanted.
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