kelly then got abusive with me when I said I couldn't take the abuse of anita and margie and that doctors receptionist anymore. I didn't feel comfortable around them at all. I don't like kelly she is a complete smug slut bitch, no wonder other women were calling her a whore. she uses her retartedness as a her meal ticket to abuse other women. she is a selfish bitch. she asked me to her party and I don't know why she bothered asking me she gets her sister to pick us up in a old car full of junk that we felt in the way. kelly is strange. she is highly agressive and a complete lying brat. I thought she would be a real friend but she only cares about men not her friends. and margie was saying awful things about how she was going to tell her mother on her mothers death bed she hated her and no god would be there for her and that upset me because I have had fears for a long time of ending up a street person, I will end up a old battered hag on the street alone and have to dump my cats and let them die on the streets or feral slauger chamber in some euthansia house for shelter pets, and mum will end up a hump back living under a bridge and rose is the one who always survives with her lies and games over the rest of us. that mongrel lying whore. and kelly would not listen to me how abusive margie the music teacher is, I seen her abusive to stephy and me and others over carrying equipment and gossiping and her controlling into choir girls private lives making fools of retarted girls and intelligent girls she likes to make them feel retarted and unwanted by anyone like joyce did. and I could tell margie thought she was too good to teach those low life disables underneath all that false front she was hating it. I left because I didn't want to be involved in what games were going on, I don't need that in my life. I don't want to know either. I don't want to know about any of their marriges and fucking weddings and singing. I am not a singing birdy!

kelly then got abusive with me when I said I couldn't take the abuse of anita and margie and that doctors receptionist anymore. I didn't feel comfortable around them at all. I don't like kelly she is a complete smug slut bitch, no wonder other women were calling her a whore. she uses her retartedness as a her meal ticket to abuse other women. she is a selfish bitch. she asked me to her party and I don't know why she bothered asking me she gets her sister to pick us up in a old car full of junk that we felt in the way. kelly is strange. she is highly agressive and a complete lying brat. I thought she would be a real friend but she only cares about men not her friends. and margie was saying awful things about how she was going to tell her mother on her mothers death bed she hated her and no god would be there for her and that upset me because I have had fears for a long time of ending up a street person, I will end up a old battered hag on the street alone and have to dump my cats and let them die on the streets or feral slauger chamber in some euthansia house for shelter pets, and mum will end up a hump back living under a bridge and rose is the one who always survives with her lies and games over the rest of us. that mongrel lying whore. and kelly would not listen to me how abusive margie the music teacher is, I seen her abusive to stephy and me and others over carrying equipment and gossiping and her controlling into choir girls private lives making fools of retarted girls and intelligent girls she likes to make them feel retarted and unwanted by anyone like joyce did. and I could tell margie thought she was too good to teach those low life disables underneath all that false front she was hating it. I left because I didn't want to be involved in what games were going on, I don't need that in my life. I don't want to know either. I don't want to know about any of their marriges and fucking weddings and singing. I am not a singing birdy!
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