Your not going down with me. Your not going to do the time with me. You won’t have to live with a criminal record. Wtf am I thinking. I’m risking my life everyday &theres no guarantee or promise that your going to even be with me when this is all over. Man fuck you. Fuck everybody. My mom told me the only person you have that’s really gonna have your back through whatever even when your dead ass wrong is your mom. And I’m not going to lie she was right. No matter what I’ve done or all the mistakes ive made she’s always been there and not once has she steered me in the wrong direction. I wish I woulda listened. I probably woulda turned out to be a better person.
I have no friends. I do everything alone. Sometimes it saddens me but I’m accustomed to being alone I don’t know how i would be around people.
Sometimes I wonder what your motives are. I went from having everything to losing everything and you don’t seem to care as long as your getting what you want nothing else matters. Sometime i wonder if I’m that naive or is something good going to come behind this.
He said I was his everything. He secretary, his best friend, his half steppin as wife, his everything.
