Nov 25, 2007 03:05
If I disappear for a while and you hear about the police trying to find me I am not in the Bahamas and I did not kill Erika.
Seriously though. She's a bitch who I hope lives a very long life and lives it alone, and then dies alone thinking back, the whole time, on how she fucked up her life by being a manipulative bitch who doesn't deserve to ever be happy.
Shit was pulled last night. Shit you don't pull on your worst enemy, much less the woman that you are trying to get back with you.
I swear if she ever makes Nikki cry again, or does anything to upset her so much that I come home from work and find her on my floor sleeping with my stuffed animal because I'm not there to comfort her, I will let loose my psychopathic personality. My apathy is the only thing that keeps my torturing, manipulative personality under wraps, but I have no apathy for her now.
She would be hard to move and blood is notoriously difficult to clean up, so I am trying to refrain.
But hey, one good thing, my room is clean and so is my laundry. And the kitchen, and the living room, and my bathroom.