Erase this short-story from my brain to enhance mental wellbeing. Also make the person who read this supa gae
The amount of braindead in the comments… refrain yourself to pollute us with your thoughts. Anyways I’m happy it’s back~
I was raised in a broken and abusive household. "Bitch, this chicken is cold!" When I turned seventeen, I ran away to Hong Kong. Where I met Triad boss Kenny Woo. My first love. "Bitch, this chicken is cold!" And after that, it was one bad relationship after another. I suffered every type of abuse imaginable. Verbal..."Bitch, this chicken is cold!"
Martha I'm coming home sweetie. I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN








