It was that time, it was that day—I didn't bother by celebrating; I just didn't want to celebrate it. I don't have to relive all my pain and all the memories, because I was happy, I was married again.
MY FAMILY didn't get that, none of them got it. They can't support me, so I want support them.
It's never too early to write your will—they will get nothing from me: not my house, not my money, not my car, not anything—THEY CAN DIE POOR FOR ALL I CARE...
You treat me like shit, I will treat you like shit—what comes around surely goes around, that's karma for you.
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Imperfect
RomanceEveryone and everything assumes to be perfect, or that's what people think... "Imperfect" tells the story, an imperfect story, of two imperfect people who are truly in love with each other. Although the years they've been together, will their paren...
