Chapter 3

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I was at home eating my favourite ice cream, the only thing that hasn't let me down at the moment Ben&Jerrys Cookie Dough the ice cream heaven. I sat there miserable, drained, tired of people letting me down, ruining my life. Why me? Why is it always me? I stood near the window until that bitch you call a man came and took his junk, which I shredded into peices. He saw me in the window and I just faked smiled to show him that I don't really give a fuck. He looked back down at his stuff that was soaking wet from the rain. He came in one of his friends cars, I guess thats where he's staying at. No more misses nice girl.

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Later on that evening I just got fed of my thoughts and I decided I was going to do something about it.

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