I know a BAD person, a very bad person. And I don’t know why she’s like that?
I pity her. I pity her so much. She’s so insecure and she’ll do everything to ruin my mood and she rejoices on the misfortune of others. I don’t know.
One thing is for sure, she doesn’t know how to love. A person born without love would never know how. I pity the one she’s with. She’s just using her. Knowing no one could ever stay with her. I mean with that face? Heller! Even my dog can’t stand her. And well, where can she get someone who can give her money when she needs it? It’s so sad. Really sad. I was determined to not bother with her, but I can’t help it. I pity her so much. And I think, my friends, we should pray for her.
Anyway, I am happy. I always am. And I think that is enough for me to feel grateful. J
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