Shattered
I hate my pathetic life.
God, what the fuck did I ever do to you?
One might think it's all just glitz, glam, money, and hot guys as the princess of the Marino mafia but oh can they ever be so wrong.
I usually blow off some steam by keeping my winning streak at street races, going to underground fights, visiting the shooting range, eating skittles or hot Cheeto's, completing missions, taking out kills, you get the idea.
And right now, I need my get away. And that's where my friends come in. This get away is more of a toxins related one.
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