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"Ok thanks Mark." He said, closing the bedroom door behind him as his new landlord closed the front door. Sitting on the bed he surveyed the room, it was small but liveable.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, March 13, 2013. My parents are going to court again. As always, my mom is accusing my dad, who hasn't accused her yet, which I know he will.
Why oh why do we never see eye to eye. Every time it starts you know that you will cry. You know that there is never any gain. We just end up with the endless pain.
How does it feel. To embrace the pain. As failure sinks in. A pain of shame. How does it feel. To watch the torture. As the man burns. And you're the scorcher. How does it feel. To watch her fall.
It's been a mildly cold December, and her parents have been fighting since early September.
One day at his. The next day at hers. The constant arguing, The never ending wars. Mostly of me, Who deserves me most. So much for Christmas spirit, This year is the worst.
I hate moving, I hate the packing. I love new homes to start fresh, but my case, it's just making me depressed.. I have an open mind and always act if I'm fine.
Introduction This is a made up story it actually did'ent happen to me or eneything .i sooo hope u enjoy it .
#movement Crumpled up like old paper Sits Tom the tollroad tramp Dressed in his Sunday finest And shoes that give him cramp His shirt has lost its collar And his jacket doesn't fit Sleeps under...
“Just so you know where we are, I’m pretty sure your mother is seeing someone else.” I took a puff on my ciggie, looked at him and then looked back at the fish in the pond fighting over their dinner.
The most annoying and mean girls ever. Kennedy, Jessica, Carolyn, Leah, and Fiona. Kennedy had major girly-girl issues. Jessica cried when her hair wasn't right. Carolyn was a glitter girl.
Well first of, mr unavailable is now mr very available. Sadly his marriage has ended. Though it had been on the out for months. His missus finally agreed it wasn't working.
Got a card one Christmas Eve marked Cincinatti Made from bits and bobs and children's pretty things All it said was - we made this for you Daddy On an angel with cotton covered wings.
I'm one of the lads again now yes, I'm one of the lads again. I can paint the town red and choose my own bed I'm one of the lads again.
There's really no use me pretending anymore. That I didn't really know the score. It's been going off for so so long. We both knew a while it was oh so wrong. And now everyday is a small war.
Fill my head with words And a story let it tell Of my sad and lonely life Mainly spent in hell.
I'm sorry for the way I behave. Tried hard to please you but I'm no. Slave. I need to do things for myself. Before it ends and I'm left on the shelf. Still young enough to start anew.
My brother is in his 40s (somewhere) He was married, giving his wife money to pay all the bills..........so he thought.
Some years ago, and down the line Met a woman, and she was fine Relationship shiny and new We did the things that couples do Staying in, going out Whirlwind, of that I had no doubt She was still...
There's a smile on my face As I look straight ahead I could stay here in hell.. Or I could move on instead..
Well. I left my husband just over a month and a half ago.
Breaking hearts wherever I go. Even tho I have and had told you so. We are not working and you know. I need to leave and be on my own. Clear my head and do my thing.
Thomas- youre late. My teacher, Miss Samuel told me as I took my seat at the back off the classroom. She didnt say it in an accusing way though.
Chapter 5 - Part 2 I sat on my bed trying to start my homework but it wasnt the same as sitting around Jazzs dining room table with her mum bringing us tea and biscuits, fussing and encouraging.