Damn, I wish so much that the things that happened didn’t, because you are like the only person I could EVER trust in so many aspects, and for sure because you are the only person I haven’t ever felt afraid to handle my laptop to. Because I knew you were good at this. Fuck, yes, I am desperate and I know you won’t help me, but I need this laptop, ok? I need to deliver it to the service in the morning and I already feel the crippling fear that they will fuck it up even more. Like the last time, you remember? Why the fuck did it have to happen.
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I hope your laptop got fixed.. you deserve it, let me know if they broke it
I hope you’re okay. I hate having to refresh this page just to know at least you aren’t worse.
You know what nevermind.. I have moved on, I wanted to buy you a laptop 3x better than the one you had but I hope you can talk Chad into it. Goodluck
Sorry I felt ignored.. *was… *I was ignored
To all the guys out there this person just uses this website to find her next meal ticket.. just so you know. Brother to brother
Sorry, I was on drugs and should stay off the internet when I am.. this girl is a sweetheart and I’m an asshole, for the record.
J., I’ve got no idea how you arrive at thinking it’s OK to post these…things? You’ve gotta get a grip finally, for your own good. Btw., this is exactly why we talk no more and we won’t ever talk again if you don’t stop doing drugs. You know where it’s going, don’t you. What is the sense in making your body suffer if all it causes is this strange behavior that, once you’re sober, you apologize for? You know I’ve been always very straightforward and I’m not the beat-around-the-bush kind of person, so I will leave you with this, hopefully, food for thought.