I am standing…

Outside, with no place to go because of people like you. See, I could have used the credit card, my credit card you are using Desiree! I do not have any family, purpose here. My right wrist is swollen because 50 cent or someone hired, performed witchcraft on me, and caused me to fall alseep in the casino. I do not have feeling in my right wrist. If I had my credit card Michael, Nelson, or Marci, that would have been easily avoided. I would have feeling in my hands instead of soar, numb, aching.

Do you honestly think, I care about what any of you think about me right now? I am just going to keep going until it stops.

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