Barmecide

“I am strong enough to kick the sh*t out of him.” *A minute later* “I fu*king miss him” Damn! Hatred is an awful emotion within. A burden to carry and simply a curse you bring up for yourself.  Hatred is a hard thing to walk around with. Despite the clock ticking with a warning, going against it was a regret.  Loving him was a curse.  What does one do when one feels this emotion?  It surely makes no impact towards the person you carry this hatred for because they have moved on. Moved on with new stuff toy who fu*ks around just for sake of a little cash.  We were together for 2 years, considerable period. I still wonder if he still thinks about me. If so, what does he think?  Damn! Getting over that piece of shit is not as easy as having sex with a girl being straight.  But surely progress comes naturally. I can go hours or even days without thinking of him (okay not days specifically).  Carrying ...

“Happy Birthday Steve”, my little son.  I am Jenna, a mother.  In the chaos of billions of population I struggled. My Birth never made any impact to anybody. Uncle Lucifer said I was found on a river bank.  He took me to an orphanage and handed me to Mother Tessa.  My childhood passed in a good way because I had somebody behind the back to guide me through. Coming to the rule book a child had to leave the orphanage at the age of 16.  Bags packed and a cake cut, that was the farewell mother Tessa bid me with.  A bag and 200 grand was the only property I could save until 16. The world bounded within the orphanage was way too smaller than that of the outer world.  The actual fight with life started when I first stepped into the crowds, crowds of hundreds? thousands? Or billions? hard to answer but it was enormous.  The biggest pain in the world is the pain of hunger. People live to survive as well to so...