morning soccer. cut on the right arm. big bruise on the right leg.
no pain. nothing is more pain.
work. the boyfriend went fitting room to try out clothes and the girlfriend try to flirt with me.
little did she know im in an ultra low mood, bad tempered and almost a killer. i couldnt be bothered with such a slut. so politely, i fucked her off.
everything is just so messy.
what actually is going on.
my heart was threw down from high storeys and being operated back in me.
i feel so sad.
Historical at : 1:50 AM