When I was living with one guy I cut my finger on some glass
so I rang his parents house, where he said he was, but it turned out he wasn't there at all, he was with his other woman. He came to take me to the hospital and left the woman in my flat. Then he ditched me at the hospital with a friend of his so he could take this woman home and fuck her one more time before coming back to pick me up.

I wouldn't be so bitter if it wasn't him who put the glass in the bin that I cut myself on. There goes my hand modelling career.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:41, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Wow, that's some extra-cunty behaviour

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:43, Reply)

isn't it!
I still speak to him now and I think I must have forgiven him because I'm not angry anymore. The scar is over an inch long but it's not hugely noticeable.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:47, Reply)

I tried being ok with my ex
but then she turned nasty again and took all drugs and stalked me and there was a fracas with my little mum and dad and we had to tell the police on her
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 11:50, Reply)

boys are rubbish
also, from Roota's story, girls are rubbish, too.

Basically people suck
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 12:27, Reply)

Nah, people are mostly great

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 12:31, Reply)

until they are in relationships, perhaps
then they turn into mentalists and cunts
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 12:35, Reply)

I guess we can do, aye

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 22 Jul 2010, 12:36, Reply)