Sunday- 4.17pm
That bastard, that stupid righteous prick. 5 years! 5 god damn years I've put up with his continuous habits, his twitches, his lists and cycles and food. Now the man who has a meltdown if his orange juice is 299ml is leaving me, Jason. ME!
It's the whores fault. Never mind he'll come crawling back. Just wait until he finds out that granddaddy never got the children and is probably too drunk to even know what year it is; after all its granddaddy fault 'the accident' happened.
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Jason
Mystery / ThrillerDear Jason, I've finally done it... I'm free. I thought I would at least feel a little guilty but all I feel is a euphoric glee at what I've finally done. Speak soon. x
