expletive, fragments

Fucking indecision

There! I said it! I don’t fucking want to be here anymore, and yes, I know, it was my choice to begin with. But that’s beside the point. And it’s like they say, pick your fucking poison. Make you bed and fucking sleep in it. Whatever crappy saying there’s to talk about this works I guess. Continue reading

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expletive, fragments, Non classé, prose, writing

La dispute

There is no such thing as a bad word, just bad intentions.
(the following is not full of expletives. Or perhaps it is. A little.)

I’m fucking done with selfish people like you? You get that? You only think ’bout yourself, well go ahead, think about yourself tonight, when you’re all alone in your shitty bed huh. You ugly ass moron. Continue reading

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