AMY MY LOVE... I WANT TO HELP!!
OMG Amy... OMG. Words can't even express how agonizing it is to see you in this mess. My heart completely severed in two when I came across these pics. You really need to love yourself a little more Amy. I deeply love you and I feel completely hopeless that I can't do a damned thing about it. Help her Jesus...
As you can read for yourself ( in such tactful captioned manner) the captions below the pics speak for themselves. I felt a piercing pain in my knee when I saw that horrific gash in her leg. Damn...
After the whole ordeal went down and Amy found herself in reasonable safety, she popped into a store to purchase some cigs. Getting battered by your loving, amorous husband can make you JONES for an unfiltered Camel. This is why I love her.
In her lowest display of non-esteem, Amy feels she must protect this miscreant and begin direct damage control. Shaking and all battered inside, Amy shrugs it off and locks into a hug with the DEMON OF THE NIGHT. I hate him... I do.I wish you the best my love, for I couldn't live without your music and overall insanity. If you died... well... I would die. Now get your shizz together.







