Post 1
Are you there Satan? It's me, Morganne. Do you know, how many thousands of hours I have sat still, waiting on you? I'm talking about HOURS, and hours, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Do you know how many thousands of hours I have wasted, driving from one side of the city to the complete opposite side, for something that wasn't even really you? Do you know, how many thousands of hours I have spent watching the people in my life; torturing themselves, in desperate agony over the mere thought of not having you, come morning time? Do you even know that you're physically, mentally, and emotionally sucking the souls of the most important individuals in my existence? Satan... you hold the reins over my life on a day-to-day basis, and I wouldn't dare step foot in the same room as you, on your best freaking day, yet you still have all the power, over whether I have a functioning day or an absolute train wreck. I'm not sure which part of you I hate more, your fo