I have a bug

My laptop is infected and I am pissed to death. Tremendous fucking sale is taking over byte by byte and I wish I was a computer whiz so I can send them a blue screen and make them fucking cry.

But I cannot so I shall complain here instead.

Also my blog is now keyword activated so if you googled tremendous sale and landed on this page hoping for a solution, I really don't have one sorry but please email me at minicolee@hotmail.sg if you got it figured thank you.

I do have a spare laptop but it is an acer (makes yucked out face) and I am too pampered by my hp's speed to be bothered. Baby you were good once please come back to me, don't force my hand.

I don't want to ever replace you (but I will if you continue to fuck up so you better fix yourself you techy piece of shit before I FIX YOU) (which just means I'm gonna sell you) (any buyers?)

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Do you hear that?

That, my darling, is the familiar footsteps of our past, coming to fuck me up again.

I wish there was some way to convince myself that you died and that's it, I can be free and I can move on and I can accept that what I did to you, while unforgivable, will finally be laid to rest.

But I'm not given that luxury.

9 years. How do you cancel away 9 years like that? I was 13 then and I am 22 now and sometimes, I wonder if you would have been better off if you backed off after knowing the wreck I was, instead of staying trying to save me as you drowned by my hand.

I am happy now, H. I am so very happy with my lover. He puts the stars in my skies and the beams on my moon. He has everything I never gave you. And I'll never put him through what I put you.

What a tragedy we turned out to be.

What a shame I can never forgive myself.

All I can hope is that one day, when I see you again, you would smile the two-toothed smile I adore so much and tell me we're cool now. And I pray for that searing moment of clarity, where I'll be able to accept that you have finally forgiven me

And I will be free.