The signs were imminent, only a fool like me would be taken in. You painted a story to my mum, another fairytale to the authorities. Talk about meeting the school, your call never came. Untill this day when I was called into the office and seeing my parents sitting there, then i knew what was coming. Congrats uncle, you did what other 6 parents couldnt achieve; and that was save your son's ass. Tactically brillant, you've won. This is what I call hypocrisy. You made used of me and my mum, to get the information you needed. With a kick to the side, you went on fighting on your own. Exaggerating carefully yet tremendously, I believed you managed to get your son off the hook. Those words you spoke to me when you came begging, it meant nothing now. You even had the audacity to twist the facts. A standing ovation to you uncle. Even after that, you never had the decency to at least inform or update my mum. Thats whats make you all the more exceptional, for you know punishments of yours have been waived and it was none of your business already. Looking back, I am a fucking idiot. Believing in you instead of my mum, trusting that you would fight for me like how you would fight for your son. My mum warned me before, but I was too gulible. So much so that it earned me a stroke across the ass. Now then, I bet you must be eager to reply to this post if you ever sees this. So go on, return those numerous calls and text messages my mum conjured. Tell us another fantasy. This entire episode made me realize something i would never have in my entire life. Betrayal hurts more than any punishments.



people would stop at nothing to get what they desire, even the truth is forsaken.

I GUESS WE ARE QUITS?

Did mommy forget to buy you a pony?
Were you molested as a child?
Things not going your way?
But thurt over the futility of human existence?

Bah. Where's my lovely gore?

Jaryl
Esther
Joy