And I am no closer to happiness or even something remotely close to it.
Five and one-half years of complete and utter crazibitch. You have tortured me. You have belittled me. You've to drug me through the mud and back leaving my mind in pieces. How long do you think I can hold on to any form of sanity? Apparently, I did this all not because I asked. It's time to bring me out of this life. It's not fun anymore.
King of the what? That and 3.75 will buy you a coffee at Starbucks.
I've had enough and I want off/out. Do I really have to lose my foot and a lower leg? Is this cunt going to snap and kill me? Thanks for the DSMV case as a wife. I would rather be married to a rattlesnake, easier to deal with and talk with and less deadly in the long run.
So, for my easter this year, I'd like out. It seems the world isn't ready for me yet. It's not fun. Send me someone I can at least talk to that isn't a anti social/psychotic.