Well excuse the f**k outta me. Maybe if my daughter took more responsibility for her life instead of blaming other people she would be more successful..
Where the f**k am I? My head pounds, my eyes burn, and there is the faint smell of vomit lingering in my nose. I sit up begudgingly and look around wi..
A start to a memoir I have been dreaming of writing. I decided to write this as more of a novel with two different view points. That of a little girl ..