I Hate Love Stories

I think they are just a bunch of perfectly orchestrated mumbo jumbo to distract us from the impending doom. Yeah…they are coming and without mercy they will wipe out this sick excuse of a planet.

Looking at these two shove their tongues down each other’s throats makes me want to throw up my lunch. They have no idea they are being watched. Things are about to get interesting.

Tonight is doing to end with a boom. Lucas is throwing a party to celebrate. SealHecon had sealed a multi billion dollar deal and everyone had been invited. Everyone but me.

You see, SealHecon was my baby. Then I got sick and had to go away. Lucas…sneaky, conniving, supposed-to-be-my-best-friend Lucas took her and cut me out. Now, he’s got the money and the fame.

I can’t take back what belongs to me. Lucas can’t have it either. I got nothing to lose. It’s stage four and watching him address the crowd from beneath the stage makes me tickle in excitement.

The speech is about to end. It’s Samson time. Excuse me while I go blow this shit hole to smithereens…oh, please hold my ribena.


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