Every time something happens, - comes out smelling like roses and I get - goddamn stank on me. I'm sick of being blamed for everything that goes on, yes I know it used to be the other way but I'm trying to get my life straight and raise my baby. How dare I drag - name through the mud? I never confirmed or denied, and yet I was straight up called a liar. - should be happy that I kept my mouth shut and maybe even owes me. Bitching will never end, no more trust, all because I tried to protect - like I've always done. And I still haven't said a fucking word to anyone. - better be thankful, they were talking about me and the baby leaving the house.
Don't get it? I don't care.
4 months ago