Zeal-Lost
He wanted to be alone to dwell in his self pity. zion interrupted. "please, stay. not for me but my father's hunting group is going around town and they'll kill you, no doubt." connan looks that the boy,then their eyes meet.
Knot Enough Experience
The faggot doberman's self-pity was broken when the houndoom notched his pointed doggy dick into the bullseye.
When Fates Collide - Prologue "The Change of Lives"
"i didn't mean to get you started, i am not in the mood right now" she sat there in a pool of her own self pity, she was a good looking woman.
All Good Things...
You still decided to wallow in your own self pity and think that the world owed you something. well guess what? it doesn't give a shit about you and i, not one fucking bit."
RoKo! Chapter three: Problem solving
"because you need to stop wallowing in your self pity, what are you gonna do for money? what will you tell your job huh? betcha didn't think of that did you?" i hadn't. he continued on. "where will you live? how will you buy food?
Awkward Mutt
Woo, self-pity party... i wonder if anyone can read my face for my thoughts? nah, i always look pissed... am i? yeah... no, just kind of frustrated and... lonely...
Pussy...
Glancing up roan noted that jerome was already on his eighth beer, a few more and all the bluster would turn into self pity. and then the little pony would ready be out of luck, opening his desk drawer he fished about until he found the card.
Pet's Solace (1 of 3) - Home
What kind of pet was i, to devote so much of my mind to self-pity? i redoubled my pace, determined to live up to my master's praise, or as close as so pitiful a being as myself could manage.
Morning Flood
Even though he wasn't there, the soiled roo still became awashed with self-pity and misery. eventually, penelope finished relieving herself all over her bed. she stood up in her urine soaked pajamas and slippers.
Keldeo's Quest (2: Ninetales)
Keldeo was content to lie there, wallowing in his own self-pity, but the sound of padding feet eventually roused his interest. she was looking down on him, a young lady but wise beyond her years.
Untitled
self pity like extravagant faded red neon signs advertising the end of the road became a mirror a two way mirror into which she saw her true self and had the guts and the courage and determination to turn that tiny ass around and march right back up through
Balancing on the Precipice
That seemed to snap sunset out of her well of self pity. "you really mean it?" "of course. why wouldn't i?" she stopped crying and laid down. mattheiu laid beside her.