I am subpoena’d yet again. Someone hold me while I slit my wrists and spray blood over the district attorney. Bastard. I don’t even remember the fucking crime anymore. I blocked it out and drank a lot of booze to ensure that that part of my brain died. Leave me the fuck alone. Shit.
Goddamn. Take my advice people. NEVER call the police. I don’t care what happened to you. It is not worth a subpoena every time the piece of shit that did you wrong farts. It’s like never ending harassment. Here we are on my TENTH anniversary with my man and the day after I have to GO TO FUCKING COURT. AGAIN?? For the piece of shit criminal that NEVER shows up?? And if I don’t show up I get arrested?? Something is wrong with our system. Very wrong. I never asked for this. After all was said and done that night and I was still alive I just wanted to go home. I didn’t care of the fucks that did it lived or died.
But now I am tied to them forever.
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