Today's Soap Opera

The hot sun beat down on our backs burning our skin. Caroline calling for the' hottie with the butt on the roof' Grace, me, caroline, and our six-ism. haha grace is the father of my child!

Current Mood: blank
Current Music: my tourniquet

He grabbed the portrait of the comical character and dragged it into the garden.

Pouring gasoline over both the picture and frame, he lit his liter. The flames were

instant and licked my gift. The smoke rose and after a while only the ruins were left.

Fuelled by betrayal and lies the fire outside might've gone out, but the one in my

father's heart hadn't.

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: Fill me in by Craig Davis