February 2012
5 posts
I refuse to feel sorry for you when you constantly bring this crap upon yourself. And leaving me pouty, whiny, woe-is-me voicemails isn’t going to change that. All of this could have been avoided and you could be here; but, no… you, for whatever reason, refuse to ever do anything or own up to anything you actually do.
The world isn’t out to get you and you aren’t a...
