he needs trashy looking junk stuff mismatched hodgepodge piles of stuff
things that dont show dirt and look like worn out rags
garbage piles up.
dirty hands touching everything
body wallowing in filth and bugs and toxic chemicals daily
things that dont work right properly
everything is a hassle and a fight
life is hard. its a bitch bastard hell like hotel california. trapped in the sewer cant get out
he became accustomed to rags worn out beat up looking goods possessions and people as a child
half assed unfinished projects not well planned
excuses are abundant.
unprofessional
i have turned into an ugly bitch. i was once a beautiful young well mannered little lady and no longer am thanks to living with and working with bastards and assholes all of my life
he focuses on appearances to the public more than his own and inside the house
if the neighbors or strangers can see it he is concerned. if they cant see the shit he doesn't care
and he acts confused as to why i am not happy and he is not happy
cant figure out why he is miserable all the time and makes me miserable
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