I didn’t even have the choice to just lay there and take it. xnx
I’m sorry Greg, this show is no longer about you.
A loud piercing scream could be heard from the top corner of my house where my bathroom was.
“You killed him didn’t you?”
…
“*breaks down in tears* WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO BAD AT YOUR JOB!? Three months passed, and his body ended up at my front door. Part of me says I should thank God for my obliviousness to his situation, and what I’m doing now is a mistake. Supernatural speaking, I wasn’t the one who was at all in to that stuff, and Greg was into a lot but as far as I’ve seen kept a distance away from actually going out and pursuing something like that to this degree.
