That platinum blond girl. With the piercings.”“Oh yeah, her. Come on, it's nothing like with her. And, I thought her piercings were... fun.”“R...ally? Fun, huh?” Then it sounded like they moved some things around, and I think the bed creaked or maybe it was the floor and then she said “Maybe I should get pierced like that?” and he said “Oh definitely.”“Yeah?”“Well, maybe not that much but definitely here” and she said “Ou ikhed at uh?” like he was grabbing her tongue and then he said “And most. Don't you have class at this hour?" she replied as she walked towards the kitchen. I noticed she was still walking as if she were in pain. "I don't have afternoon class on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the afternoon. So why are you home so early? " I asked, already knowing the answer. She looked stumped for a moment, "I've got a bad case of cramps, must have been something I ate. My boss noticed I wasn't looking so good and let me take the rest of the day off." "Oh, well I hope you feel better. And. Meri jaaannnnnnAb suresh apna muh meri mummy ki chut ke pass le gaya aur dheere dheere chatne laga.Ab mummy jor jor se siskari nikalne lagi.Mummy –aaahhhhbbbbbbbbbbhhhhhj.Ummmmmmmmmmm.Aiyooooo.Aiyoooooo.Ab meri randi mummy suresh ke sir ko dabane lagii aur suresh ab jor jor se chut chatne lagaa.Ab meri mummy jhad chuki this aur suresh meri malllu mummy leela ka pura ras pi gaya.Suresh – kya taste hai aapke maal ka meri jaaannnnnnn.An suresh upar ki taraf aaya aur meri randi mummy ke boobs. Times like these are beyond depression and the horrid suicide. Rock bottom is when there are no emotions, nothing left, nothing at all. There is no reasoning, and it takes reasoning to die. You do have choices. You can lay silent with your mind racing, racing to the tune of regrets, doubts, fears, failures, and never agains, never wills. Or you can pick yourself up slowly and pray with desperation. That desperation will turn to passion, a passion to live. A passion to come up from your location.