Things are suppose to be going on a fast pace.
But somehow everything around just seems so slow.
And I get sick and tired of things easily.
It’s like the attention span is eating away itself each day.
Told me tat one of the girls contracted terminal cancer.
I saw her a few times. She’s a gorgeous woman and very capable.
Only like 26 and raising 2 daughters. One is 5, the other 7.
Where’s the husband? Walked out. Same old shit.
And doc says she only has 9 more months to go.
Crying over how to continue looking at her kids when she knows the end is so near.
The cb ex-husband says he does not want the kids to intervene his life. Wtf.
If you’re not ready to take responsibility, den don jump into other’s pants.
Life just loves to fuck up the lives of the already fucked-up people huh.
Cancer. I’ve witness so much of it taking away people around me and trying to do it now.
Cure? Work hard, our researchers!
She has all the money in the world. To buy prada, Gucci,
Spoilt. Never good in studies. No talent. Love talking mean. Materialistic to high heavens. Parents offered her a short-cut education route to
But what did she choose to do? Not to cherish what she has but to sell her body out.
Why? Cos she says she’s sick of getting money out of nothing. Nnb.
What in the world is tat suppose to mean?
Oh I get it. So spreading your legs make you feel better cos you are putting in effort to get the cash issit?
How many kids out there would be dying for the cash that you so naturally receive from your beloved parents. But you choose to cheapen yourself.
It is not like you live in a kampong and has no money to raise your family that you have to resort to this. Some young girls are sold to prostitute houses forcefully when you are still fiddling with your Barbie. And they would kill to get the type of education you are offered. And your reason?
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