My nemesis thinks I am gone from this world. I am not I am still here. Watching, watching, watching. Your time will come sugar.
I think its some kind of illness of the mental kind or just evil.
The shop girl turned the sign, Left the stage, Twisted up with anger and rage. The customers never came to buy, All the goods, the tricked up lie. Implausible reality stepped in With a wicked walk and grin. You see my dear you oversold, Strident instead of bold. Such strange things you tried to sell. […]
Pretty pink sunset skies over the World Trade Center tonight in NYC. via Pretty pink sunset in NYC — Inga’s Angle
Heehee love it sugar
That certainly explains a few things.
For example, remember that time that you were using our family computer for cheating websites and porn? I do.
Do you remember your response when I told you that I had found your cheating profiles and your apparent preference for virtual women and the unique kind of entertainment they provide instead of me, your wife? I do.
After I told you that I had found your extramarital activities, in my own home no less (desktop in our family room), you looked at me with that angry red face of yours and in all sincerity said, “stay off the Internet.”
That was not what I was expecting. I was expecting something like, I’m so sorry, that was wrong of me and I will never do it again.
Funny freaky Narcissists, can’t live with them.
I know, that’s an awkward sentence above. It sounds unfinished but…
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