Monologue About Dumping

I am truly sorry for what happened about yesterday, what we did was very wrong and unacceptable. I know how upset and disappointed you guys are at me right now but I understand why. I didn’t know what I was thinking back there which makes me feel like I became a terrible and horrible personality and person in general. But just want to let you guys know that we didn’t do anything bad back there which I know you guys are thinking in a different way. To start it off, Kiane and i, we were planning to go somewhere but believe it or not, she has her period so because of that she wasn’t feeling very well. If you guys don’t believe it I understand, but she has it so she wanted a place somewhere where we can just sit and relax to make her feel a little

So it goes kinda like this: The day before I left for Pensacola, I was told "Have an open mind, you don't know who you are going to meet down there", so I went in like I would any other social situation, and just try to keep to myself until I have felt out and become comfortable with the situation. The original plan was to not get close to anyone, especially since it was gonna be a week long thing then we would be done, and we'd all go home and eventually forget about each other, but things went differently. They started off the way I planned, then I got to know you, and I made the mistake of getting attached because quite frankly, you had topped out everyone I'd previously met and I tried to hold out hope that maybe something could work in

This is going to be a long day for me if my boss finds out i’m late.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

I am danny, I eat eggs, if I poo poo in my bed, I fam fam I like poo poo will get head. If my fam fam don’t love me, there not fam fam, they lee lee. Ifg I said knock knock would you stick a stick up my stick, lol joking im am being lolluy, if you say so I will eat poo poo, but I feel like poo poo no taste gtood, poo pooo like poo poo in a poo poos donkey lonker tickle me please im elmos I like moshi monsters cause im elmo poo poo sausage had can I get sausage please I need it dude like omg please give sausage please poo poo in bumhoel like liter hosen in poo pooo lo lo

As a child, my life had always been hard. “Perhaps it’s better that way!” my pa would slur out whenever I complained. The sour, pungent, and sadly familiar smell of cheap liquor would hang between us. My father had drunk to forget. What did he want to forget? I always wondered. People claimed it was Ma’s

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

You’ve never been the reason why I wanted to drink. You’re far from that. I know you probably won’t forgive me for quite some time and I understand that wholeheartedly. I had only said those cruel things about how you were the reason I wanted to drink because I knew how upset it would make you and it worked. Audrina, I am so sorry.

Everything had gone so wrong too quickly, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been happy. But it was all your fault. You knew that.

Maybe they were through goading one another - I surely hoped so. I picked up my glass to take a sip of wine. I had been using this time to pretend to casually, gaze around the room. Myles Laveau caught my eye and smiled a half smile as he raised his glass to his lips. His date, the Baroness Portella, must have seen that his eye was otherwise entertained because she turned to glance over her shoulder at me. I saw the scathing stare she gave me through her thin, lacy veil- much like Boudreaux’s stare, it cuts to the bone. I half expected her to fling her drink into Laveau’s face, she seemed quite angry- but then, he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she turned to look at me again; this time, she smiled. I wondered what Myles had said to her for her to smile at me that way. The desire to know what he said was causing me to be anxious, as was the desire to see beneath the veil, but I needed to take care of the situation of my husband and lover goading each other first - I would ask Myles what was said between he and the Baroness the next time I was with him.

The man and woman hurried silently side by side down the dank passage. Occasionally, the woman would glance furtively over her shoulder. The passage was dark, and the only illumination came from a glowing torch that the man carried. The low light shone brightly enough to see that they were both nobles, for they were dressed with distinction.

On that bright Saturday afternoon, everything was going great. Work was going smoothly and my friends were coming over that night. Everything was going just as I planned. I was basically the type of girl to want everything to go my way, but not in the super obnoxiously bratty way; in the stubborn way. Going out with my girls was going to be a huge hit. Despite the fact that there is nothing to actually do in our town in Florida, we are determined to make it one. As time rolled by, I was finally out the door; walking unsteady while still trying to accomplish putting my heels on correctly. This was about to be the best time of my life, or so I thought.

Grr I hate it when people just comment on an post to just correct my spelling on Facebook.

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