porkjerky plogRetards Say The Darndest Things
You do realize that the ‘www’ in front of the url your blog on means ‘world wide web’ right? Your story doesn’t have to be that way. You do realize that you control that fact that I am able to read and use your own writings to mock you right? They make books you can physically write in, detail your thoughts and feelings in and lock up and hide in your dildo drawer so some random fuck who takes daily pictures of his shit won’t stumble on to it and see how much of a fucking retard you are and how horrible you screwed up your life. Right?
You realize me finding out about your shitty story is through explicit actions you have taken.
I honestly don’t know if you do.
He told me he only had sex with me because I guilted him into it and that he was lonely.
Like you, i am the happiest i have been since i became agoraphobic 11 years ago
Mostly, the year after my divorce has been about five-days-straight of doing whatever the fuck I want. Five days straight of drinking box wine. Five days straight of smoking weed. Five days straight of obsessive ebay shopping. Five days straight of smoking cigarettes in backyards and ttext messaging whomever I want until 12am at night and going to Taco Bell at 1am and crashing lame backyard parties.
process of my divorce heartache
We met when I was 15 and he was 18/19, and I found out was pregnant on my 16th birthday. Wonderful Sweet 16, right?! In my last month of pregnancy, F traveled out of state to sell some weed (a winner, yeah?) and had gotten into trouble with the law for about anything the tiny little government in Kansas could charge him with.
Left me with a black eye, bloody nose and swollen face, BUT he never hit me with a closed fist
I really don’t think a lot of people realize that when they publish something to the web for the world to see it, that the world will see it. And the world generally sucks. For one, there’s people like me in it.
Blogs give people exactly what I love them to have—enough rope for them to shoot themselves in the foot.
No one gives a fourth of a cum covered turd what you think, but please don't let that stop you from spreading your insightful wit to the world by commenting below. Or fuck, you're such a pussy-eating faggot you're probably interested in the rss feed of this shitty site. Oy vey.
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