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I hope this dumb fuckhead will impale himself on a sharp fence and stay alive feeling the pain for at least 10 minutes before dying. How could anyone want to be even NEAR someone as ugly in looks as his whole spoiled brat personality. My life would’ve been better if i didn’t need to look at him. I can sense him from at least hundred of meters away, i always feel this… need of a vomit and then i see him, one day ill just spit it all on his face. Useless brat.
who? ….ach pussy boy…. I’m trying to forget about this little pathetic bitch LOL. tell him that if he ever dare to go near my house again, his “pretty” face won’t be so pretty anymore. my boys will handle him with pleasure.
He’s a nuisance. Even worse with the fact that he is one of Maxwells bodyguards. That’s just pathetic, and he always looks at my tattoo offering to fix it, just fuck off dude, how more annoying could u get? I don’t want a stranger touching me in any way, I just come to the studio for Paz.
Once, I was supposed to get to hiss ass for Max. Though it never really happened. I got to him on the streets and tried to solve it out by words, but he wouldn't stop trying to fight. I punched him for once and good as a reminder to stay calm and sound. From that moment, we've never had any verbal or physical problems again. I've noticed his tattoos and offered a quick fix... He declined, and they look itchy on his light skin. Whatever...
I like her, even if it is embarrassing to admit something like that… I would feel guilty if i said to anyone that I either don’t know her or don’t like her, she’s too sweet, and she saved my life. Without her i wouldn’t be where I am right now, maybe I’d even be dead at this point. I never liked using her help offers, but sometimes being hidden in her parents atticc with her near me was… better than staying in cold wet nights on the streets. She’s comforting… and also the only person from
my childhood that stayed with me after the prison.
Donny… I don’t even know if I’m allowed to call him that anymore. Well, Donatello… Aah, it sounds weird coming from my lips. He was like a younger brother that i never had, i guess he grew up quickly with the hatred he has towards me. I regret it all, i really do, i never beg, but please, how i wish it went back to how we used to be. It hurts my heart to see him, brings back memories that i treasure, but at the same time… Well, let’s not dwell on it and say that the things we did together once kept us strong.
We used to be friends, yeah, what about it? We stopped talking when he went to jail... I don't wanna talk about it.