I remember once, after my mother drilled holes in the leather strap she would beat me withShe would ask me how many beatings I deserved. If I said a small number she would beat me until I bled. If I said a big enough number, maybe 10, she would say I was good before she beat me. I’m beginning to suspect I have some issues from that as... See More »
Tbh, all these people like, "you voted for him", when you definitely didn't vote for him...Quit antagonizing because it could be "you" at any moment. Tw@ts.
Steep despairSometimes, I wish I had people to talk to. Man does it get ridiculously lonely at times.
