SHit!!!!!!
Here I sit, thinking about these last few months. Isn't life fucking predictable? It seems like yesterday when I was planning my future with Sam. She and I were strolling hand in hand down the Las Vegas Strip gazing at the neon lights discussing the possibility of moving there. I remember when she shook her head at this prospect, because of the horrendous heat that felt as if our bodies were being invaded.
As I type this entry, I am no longer intrigued by my wasted dreams with Sam. The bitch is moving in December....thank goodness. I hate sharing my living spcace with her. The sound of her braying laugh equals to that of a double edged blade repeatedly stabbing into my chest. I rather experience the latter. I have grown rather disgusted with Sam these past few weeks. She is a piece of shit who needs to be relieved of her inner suffering; permanently.
As I type this entry, I am no longer intrigued by my wasted dreams with Sam. The bitch is moving in December....thank goodness. I hate sharing my living spcace with her. The sound of her braying laugh equals to that of a double edged blade repeatedly stabbing into my chest. I rather experience the latter. I have grown rather disgusted with Sam these past few weeks. She is a piece of shit who needs to be relieved of her inner suffering; permanently.