Look at this. What is it? A blob of blue substance? Yeah. But what’s underneath it? I know it’s red, it smells bad and it’s wet. I don’t know. You tell me. The blue substance by the way is just Dynamo okay?!So because of you (whoever you are), I threw my couch cover away. Rus said it’s very “suay” and asked why the fuck did I put my nose against it. Hey, I got to verify so as to treat it accordingly right? Had I known that I would be throwing it away, I wouldn’t have done it.
I’m sorry that I had to post this but it’s just my curiosity and that little vengeance in me that made me do this. After a day of investigation, the Board of Investigators have concluded that it’s not done by any of my good friends. So, if you’re not my friend, why should I save you from the embarrassment of it? Huh?! Why should I? Do you know that cushion was given to me by a good friend? Huh?! Do you?! Fucking cheebye. For the love of tampons and sanitary pads, please fucking check your fucking sorry ass. And yeah, thanks for getting rid of that cover for me. Thank you so much.
I wish I could post images of the stain all over college. (I could if I wanted to but I’m so not going to trouble myself with it) I wish I can pour all my vengeance on your poor little bloody ass. Too bad you stain it at a bad time. Too bad that I had to watch 2 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and reflect on my life. Too bad that I’m not in a good mood. Too bad that I just came back from a place that I longed to belong. Too bad for you. Who ask you to stain my fucking cover?!
Well, at least I don’t know who you are. I could narrow down to a suspect or 2 but I still don’t know who you are. So screw you.
(The above was written under the influence of nicotine and a broken heart so cut me some slack ok?)
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