SkyesThe-Limit

Crying is for pansies and pussies. That's why I'm not doing it now. I've done enough crying over that fucking excuse for a personification. An oblivious, airheaded personification whose green eyes are clouded with lust for my younger sister. Sick son of a bitch. Plus, as you have just witnessed, he kicked me out. Kicked. Me. Out. For good this time. It's to the point where the water building up in my tear-ducts refused to spill over and travel down my cheeks. No, instead, my expression remained flat and cold as I gathered my crap and hauled my ass out of the house. …Oh, and knocked over a few vases and other valuables on my way ou