Fuck this horrible life I'm living.

My breath caught in my throat. Knuckles cracking as I curled my hands tighly, crumbling the brown paper bag full of muffins to chocolate flavored gruel. The extra cup from Starbucks had already hit the steps. Hot coffee splattering my shoes and pants. 

Foster was lavishly kissing someone on the doorstep. 

“You son of a bitch,” I growled then grabbed the man away from Foster. He lost his footing and fell back down the stairs behind me with a crash and thud. “I trusted you!!"

“Gabe, no!” Foster lunged to go after him, so I tripped him. The other man broke his fall.

So yeah. I moved. Far far away. Good god why does this always happen?!?? The moment I start to trust people and show them how I feel...BAM! SHIT HAPPENS. I feel so stupid for believing that someone would actually love me. And then I proposed and he said yes??? What happened to that you selfish horny bitch. Ack. It makes me so fucking mad. If you're going to treat me like shit then get it over with. I don't want to waste my time on someone who doesn't give a damn. Me and Dexter are kinda depressed over things so my sister Avery and my cousin (twice removed) Emma will be writing on here. Don't get mad at me. I just need a break from things.