Caycee's fucked up love story

Tell me something. When you’ve finally found the right person in
life that you have been searching forever, even though she is on the
other side of  the world. Do you fucking care? I didn’t, day and
night I couldn’t stop thinking of her which was strange. We would
talk for hours and hours about zombie animals, killing Miley Cyrus,
something about living in a Mansion and saying how we loved each
other and ignoring everything around us. This had to be the best
thing that ever happened to me, it was one of them happy ever after
stories you only found in fairy tales, but we all knew that could
never happen in the this fucked up world.

I just changed, she hadn’t but somewhere in my life I had. A fuck
load of shit arrived at my door step, which kept growing until it was
uncontrollable. For 2 weeks I was in a hospital after a pissed lorry
ignored the red lights, and drove right into 2 cars including my
mums. I ended up with a broken arm plus a couple of stitches, and my
mum.. Well she lived. And then finally their was the break up, yeah
the break up. I don’t know what happened but it just all fell
apart, but I tried to stay strong and be happy. That failed so I went
to the one place were idiots like me go… under my bed, well I
actually just left cause I need to clear my mind of all this and come
back when I’m ready.


But that was the past this is the present and a new beginning for me.
If I was to ever find love again I’d just promise myself only one
thing. That I would not fucking ruin our relationship.

The End

Dude I just noticed I say fuck to much.
;__;