When I was 12, my 26-year-old boyfriend Billy wanted to date girls his own age, so he dumped me. I started to cry. And that was the last time I ever cried. I got so mad at myself fer crying, I burned out my tear ducts with my cigarette and then hunted down Billy fer makin' me cry. I found him picking up his new bitch girlfriend from her job at the strip club and stomped his ass into a coma in front of her. I looked her in the eye as I pissed on him and told her to stay the fuck away from him. After I marked him as my territory, I biked on home.
-by bigsleep666
the chronicles of a good girl gone bad
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