Complicated.

Complicated.

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This is a short chaptered story of days in the complicated life of Koty More. I am Koty More and my life is...well, complicated to say the least. I live a double life...no, make that tripple. Actually, I cant even count how many. Im a vigilent college student, a doting fiance, a struggling friend, a starving artist and a writer of many talents. I dive into all of what I do and allow it to consume me entirely, I become a different person with each role I jump into. I have feeling, emotion and commitment with all of my work... its like falling in love all over again, each time I change and when I write...those characters are me, or some subunit of me anyway. Between all the different places in life i hold, its hard to keep track of which Koty is the real me... is it one of them, all of them or none of them? Things are just, Complicated. This is my story, day by day, until I can get a glimpse of reality and discover the difference between fact and fiction.
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(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

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