Ta ta to Suzie.

You're moving on, closed that fucking door and the sad bastard comes knocking again.

What makes it even more incredibly douchy is that you weren't even sure that you should've closed that door in the first place, but an open door with nobody going through it is just retarded so you just closed it.

Now he goes 'Hi i've grown some balls now please open the door!' and you're ass over head thinking 'Now fucking what?'


It's disgusting. Oh jeez someone smack me.


So anyway,

My phone has become the bearer of bad news for the past few days. For fuck's sake it's horible enough that it's bad news, I had to hear it over a thousand of miles of static noises without the courtesy of face to face contact.

I'm already very emotional. I might start being suicidal too.

Come to think of it, lately everyone is emotional and suicidal.



IT'S THE FINALS!! THEY MAKE EVERYONE WANT TO EAT THEIR OWN FOOT AND STAB PEOPLE IN THE EYE.

Read not what the stars say,

There's an evil lurking round every door,

It's enough to make you leave me,

I never wanted you to go.