Did I mentioned that Satan moved into my house?
Well, that happened.
I haven't had time to write lately.
And it's been years since I've felt this kind of sadness.
Mister J says he can't foot all the bills so somebody else has to get a job.
That somebody meaning me, since I know Satan won't.
Who would've known Mister J would've ended up loving Satan?
But they're a lot alike.
Satan is so fucking mean sometimes, and he constantly gives me shit.
...doesn't help that I'm still in love with him.
And the only thing I can do right is make his coffee.
When did my life become Itazura na Kiss?
I've been fighting with Mister J lately.....because I have to defend Satan.......because he has no motivation or aspirations.
Why am I defending someone who kinda, borderline hates me...?
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