I told you I would come home late, so we probably couldn’t see each other that night, I told you I loved you. You said you love me too. But its a lie. You don’t. When I came home, I saw your car. I thought you were there to surprise me. No one was in the car. So I knew my step sister would have let you in. No one was downstairs. I put down my purse, my shopping bags, and my keys on the couch. I took my coat off. I walked around just to double check if someone was there. No one at all! Since my step sister doesn’t have a car, I knew you two didn’t go anywhere. Your car was parked outside. I heard a small sound. It was coming from upstairs. I thought someone was hurt. And yes someone was hurt. I was hurt. You were fucking my stepsister. I hate you both. I hate you for fucking her, and her for fucking you. I thought you both loved me. You loved me as a lover and as a girlfriend, and she loved me as a best friend and as a sister. But I was completely wrong. Why did you have sex with her? If you needed it that much, just tell me. Or maybe you were embarrassed to say it. But you could of fucked someone else. NOT MY FUCKING STEP SISTER. Why the fuck would you do it? I fucking hate both of you. I want to die. I’m miserable now, I’m heart broken. I’m broken in every way.
fucked up :/
Everything about Paul Pierce is ugly. His face, his jump shot, even his shoes. Sloth ass nigga.