I don't know what's bothering me the most right now; Nina divorcing me, Karrie breaking up with me, or the fact that I can't get a copy of my birth certificate.
It seems that I have to go 1,100 miles to get it.
Sometimes things have to get a lot worse before they get better.
I sent Karrie a nasty letter last night. I still put 6 bucks in it, though. I told her that she will never find me when she gets out.
It seems that I have to go 1,100 miles to get it.
Sometimes things have to get a lot worse before they get better.
I sent Karrie a nasty letter last night. I still put 6 bucks in it, though. I told her that she will never find me when she gets out.
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