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I don't know if I can get up from my bed now or if I'll just roll over since my whole life doesn't really matter anymore.

It's just that everyone doesn't last long with me. Something unexpected will come, and then suddenly you give up and then you promise what's what, and I'm the fool who believed and sat down again, even though I know that almost all men are cheaters.

There is really nothing good that a man can bring to my life; it's just persecution and consumption.

"I really want to kill that girl and stab Scott and his big dick!" I shouted before throwing stones at the pillows on my bed, and in disgust, he slapped my face on the bed and kicked me.

Damn you and that slut!" I shouted until the door opened and I threw a pillow at the man who hit him in the face.

"Get up there, you're here with us again," Jab said irritably as he lowered the tray he was holding and I frowned as he watched my face.

"Oh, you look like you lost the bet," he said, before sitting down properly, as if he wa