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This right here.
If I didn't rapid fire, than I'd have to write a gotdam memoir. Too much info to get out.
So I toss onions, and you peel them
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This right here.
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.
Sebudai Crunch these numbers, our old joint account.
So many fucking small transactions. I saw it and was like, what the fuck? ATM withdraw and cashback were also alcohol.
(ACH Credit is a deposit)
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So your weed dealing friend was bringing the kids up 19 flights of stairs to... an empty apartment?
You're not going to finish out med school, stop lying to yourself.
Your boyfriend is not going to fix you. Your last and most true memento will be a picture of his semen leaking out of your vodka-soaked shotgun blast of a snatch, taken as a form of petty white-trash revenge against the father of your child.
There will be no blissful apotheosis, even if you choose to abandon your children completely.
You fucked your life and you are too weak and shitty and stupid to unfuck it. This will not end happily in a well-kept suburban home, a life of direction and purpose, where a man who actually loves you sows another baby-seed to go along with your first two mistakes. No sane man will move to inherit the wreckage of your white-trash life.
The only thing that put you on the map to the rest of the world were a few undignified tit shots and an ugly, shitty online persona to go along with your shitty, ugly IRL personality. The rest of your total sum of existence will be confined to whatever shit apartment you get put up in, partners slowly degrading in worth, comforts of your youth and looks obliterated by alcohol, accumulating with the filth and trash that is the outer reflection of your inner character. You inherited Ravvenn's legacy, and don't even have pictures of you fresh-faced and smiling in a mansion hot tub to comfort you.
You deserve this. A death spiral put up for a bunch of uncaring strangers to see and laugh at.
Cunt.