I have more problems than i can fit in 160 characters.

I never thought i would be happy. Then I met you, I have never been so happy to be wrong. My wife, my savior, proving me wrong, yet again.

I was molested by my babysitters son. I hope you burn in hell, but secretly would like to see you again so i can arrange your meeting with the devil.

I have used drugs with my "friends" for most of my life. I want to become a police officer and send them all to jail. I hate nearly everyone I know.

i was 3 months pregnant when i lost you. no one really understands the pain i carry with me, not even my husband.