Don't tell me, I don't want to know.
One day they'll realise they're sick of each other and that's when they'll end things.
And if they don't, well, they're going to end up in a toxic marriage,
Leave their families behind,
And it'll be just them, fighting against the world and against themselves.
Fighting against each other.
And when they finally decide to fucking end things for good,
to split whatever between them, property, pets, land and all their things,
she'll have no family to turn to.
She left everyone for her one true love.
Stupid bitch.
I'm honestly pissed, I'm done.
She'll be left a single mother with no family.
If this is how her studies are going, she'll have no fucking job, just financially unstable.
She'll end up with a husband she cries about and kids she never gets to meet.
A bloody idiot who made a mess of her life, cos she couldn't and wouldn't leave him.
At the age of nineteen, she thought that he was her one true love.
turned one of Angela's rants into this hehe today was a fucked up day.
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pathetic poetry.
RandomThis book is updated when I feel inspired, or full of words that I need to put out. It's a diary/rant/patheticexcuseforpoetry. Sometimes I like what I write but mostly it doesn't even make sense to me. But nonsense is the best sense.
