The Punk Vault

I ask why are you opening up yr old wounds

I will never figure them out, by them I mean the women. Nothing having to do with them and “relations” with them ever makes sense, or ever works out to my favor. They are freaking out on me left and right! Don’t ask me to explain it, I am even less able to discuss this than I was able to discuss the trouble of last week (which I am still dealing with). This incident comes as no surprise, nor is this particular thing of any great importance (unlike the thing from last week which was of great importance), but it is just annoying that when it rains – it pours! To whomever it was who put this curse on me, what will it take to have you lift it?! I’ll pay whatever price it is.

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