spunkyjade

Crying is for pansies and pussies. That's why I'm not doing it now. I've done enough crying over that fucking excuse for a personification. An oblivious, airheaded personification whose green eyes are clouded with lust for my younger sister. Sick son of a bitch. Plus, as you have just witnessed, he kicked me out. Kicked. Me. Out. For good this time. It's to the point where the water building up in my tear-ducts refused to spill over and travel down my cheeks. No, instead, my expression remained flat and cold as I gathered my crap and hauled my ass out of the house. …Oh, and knocked over a few vases and other valuables on my way ou

Crying is for pansies and pussies. That's why I'm not doing it now. I've done enough crying over that fucking excuse for a personification. An oblivious, airheaded personification whose green eyes are clouded with lust for my younger sister. Sick son of a bitch. Plus, as you have just witnessed, he kicked me out. Kicked. Me. Out. For good this time. It's to the point where the water building up in my tear-ducts refused to spill over and travel down my cheeks. No, instead, my expression remained flat and cold as I gathered my crap and hauled my ass out of the house. …Oh, and knocked over a few vases and other valuables on my way ou