Dear Life,
I’ll keep this short and sweet:
Please begin to get easier sometime soon.
Heinous Bitch isn’t asking for an easy coast down a hilly lane. She’d just like something that isn’t a harrowing death ride down a narrow mountain road.
(Heinous Bitch also doesn’t know why she is suddenly speaking in the third person. Probably stress/trauma.)
Anyway, give thought to her request, maybe even grant it.
Thanks a million,
Heinous Bitch
P.S.: Don’t worry non-existent fans, the pure undiluted cuntness will return soon.
1 year ago • Notes