Touched by the wings of the angel.

Tunes in my head: Touched by My Bloody Valentine
Atmosphere: Go fuck yourself.

I'll start this incredibly negative post on two positive points.

Firstly.

I love Girraween 09. Grad was awesome, I have no idea how many hugs I got at the end. Yes, I did cry. It was emotional. I love you and miss you all.

Secondly.

You know I love you to bits. You know I'll always listen. You know I care. This problem is nothing. You and I both know that. Let me help, you know why I want to. Just let me help you through this...and the rest will sort itself out.

And now for the twister.

FUCK YOU YOU BITCH, WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU GET OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE. I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS AND I HOPE YOU DIE IN A GUTTER LIKE MOST OF YOUR KIND. ONLY ADDICTS WHO WASTE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY DESERVE TO EVEN SOCIALISE WITH A RAT LIKE YOU. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF SO I DON'T HAVE TO BE ON THE SAME PLANET AS FUCKING VERMIN LIKE YOU. WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE?

I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU.

I DON'T WANT TO EVER HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE.