I have a lot of stories about my sisters. After the game with the high school football team, I started this game with a few friends, we just played, calm down and relaxed. I wear headphones without listening to her voice, but no one paid attention to her, nobody noticed that she was upset. So she listened ambigiously in my head (I can not hear her voice, but I know the smell behind her behind me). What is to do? In the brains of the size of peas, she called herself herself, and she came up with ideas. "Let's worry about everyone's scene!" So she opened up my brand. Where are they? They use alcohol-induced power to pull them in the way and fuck on the table we eat snacks. So gravity became the best, she measured a huge hole from the sharp corner of the table and then fell to her side. She was not like a screaming scream but started crying, but a battle of hearing loss of a deafness that woke up the neighbor. As they were, they called the police. She shouted and pressed me when she was lying there. I like to stare her by deliberately staring at her eyes. So my parents stand up and everyone is staring. She bleeds like hell, but she does mischief. It lasted 15 minutes until we saw the police flash the blue and red lights. So at this point she began expressing condolence about how I pushed her and how she attacked her. And I am teasing the police. The police finally thought that she was a threat, so he finally went to bed at the hospital. And after trying to attack officials trying to stop the towel with her wounds, she may be fined for disturbing peace and refusing to arrest. Bleeding (Alcohol is bleeding blood, so she bleeds a lot)
She is up to date. To be honest, I do not dislike her, she is not my enemy. But I am very angry about her ass. Then my baby's mother. What a selfish scorpion. She may be wearing a jacket "I do not care". It is written on it. And I will say "I will not, but I love my daughter, so stay there there." Anyway, she is hell. We can not talk unless we have children. eternally. also. We were full of passion from the beginning, which should give me some clues, and we will be very angry for us. I cheated on her when she was pregnant, and I was a jerk. That is why I began to see the mountain of steamed shit in the mirror, "This is not good, this never ends, I must change." I messed up yet and chatted with the other man who killed the marriage. But beware! I do not want to do this. I want a family. My wife children but this is not my wife
This is my first time I published this article about this. Do you think I am selfish? Or am I having a cold, bitter scorpion? Do I dislike men? Am I not my mother? Still a complete work? I was badly hurt by my past and bewildered - must this be the reason I settled down for this life? Are you scared? Is my lack of partner and child meaning that I am living an empty life, or is there no life? Because I have not created it, I am a loser who is not worthy of humanity. "Such a beautiful girl" is living a solitary life, is this "dishonor"? You might think that some of these statements sound completely silly. Me too when I was writing this article. But I actually make people think about this and even ask some of them some of them. It is not necessarily as sensitive as I said here, but in some cases it is. Verbatim and often from other women