Kinga's arrival

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DAMN. WHY WON'T SHE LEAVE ME ALONE.
This was supposed to be a getaway trip. Rio De Janeiro was supposed to be a breath of fresh air, a breath of air that didn't consume Kinga. Kinga is dead to me. That son of a biscuit took my man who never really belonged to me. I can't get her out of my head! The platinum blonde hair, the perfectly tanned skin because she's Italian and the dark brown eyes that feed into your soul. Why. I just want to know ONE REASON WHYYY. Ugh she disgusts me. So does Al. The human race makes me gag. I am currently in a hammock writing down my feelings in an orange journal. The paper is neon orange. These really hot Brazilian guys gave it to me before the incident. I've been writing ever since; which is stupid. How can I be in a beautiful place and still trap my feelings in a journal? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Im rocking back to forth as the blue and striped purple hammock flies with my body. Not a care in the world anymore. Kinga who? Never heard of a gal ;) I'm done with with challenging myself. I'm too pretty, too smart and not nieve enough to go for one hot man. Al can have her, they're made for each other it seems. As Sabrina Carpenter once said tho,
"You can try to get under my skin while he's on mine, yeah all on my skin. I wish you knew, that even you, can't get under my skin if I don't let you in."

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 01, 2022 ⏰

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