The other day I reached an strange emotion that made feel relieved of everything and for some reason realized (I’m not). I was in peace with myself for the first time, and it gave me the sensation of not needing to go on anymore. Can someone explain to me what was that?
OK, whatever the hell were the writers on when they decided the fates of both Myrtle and Misty from “AHS” can go fuck themselves. Fuck you tons of bollocks, assholes sons of motherfucking shit-eaters and dick-suckers bitches.
Please, someone put my life back on track.
Seeing your friends acting nicely with someone with the same personality as yours, when they’ve been telling you that you should change most of your manners.
Oh, I see how it is. Is it because he’s good looking?
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