To Be Continued
Uncertainty is hurting me, not once did it occur to me that you were trying to bag, her, her, her, her and me. Trying to get your numbers up, well you win your numbers up, finny, finny, finished, finally done with you fucking up. Superficial statuses, fabricated feelings, miscommunication had me blinded in our dealings; a hardened heart the end result ,over shit that is the fault of my own; all because I let a stranger into this place I call home. Dear stranger, I hear the sound of danger, possibly revenge the outcome of my anger....