I am dangerous. So dangerous, I can hurt you with other peoples words.
This douchebag narced my brother and my friend off for warrants and such, and then today, felt the need to get a restraining order against me. cause I am dangerous you know. I WISHED death upon him because he makes me that mad. And while I can admit that I did tell him to swallow his whole bottle of morphine and do the world a favor and kill himself, and quite honestly I meant it, I dont see that as a threat. It was a wish. I cant make him do it. It would have to be his own choice. anyways...yea. whatever.
Im gonna write a freaking book.
The amazingly fucked up chronicles of Mandy
In stores 2012
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