ATTENTION PLEASE: That douchebag? That fuck boy from back east? Yeah, that one - HE'S MY FUCKING FIANCÉ!! The only man who EVER considered me WORTHY & VALUABLE enough to him to get down on ONE knee and ask me to spend the rest of my life with him. The ONLY man who OPENLY cares... Continue Reading →
Why does the thought of living a tortured life and dying a sudden death put a smile on my face? Why do I sense a sort of pride in myself about the fact that I am wretched? Why am I so tempted to return to the darkness that once inundated all of me?