I hate you. No, not in a dramz teenage way, more of a I would like to inflict the kind of violence that gets the 'some scenes may be disturbing' at the beginning of films.
You apparently have no purpose, some people could say its popping out kids, but you didn't even do that well. How you can go on knowing what an absolute failure, disappointment and generally psychotic person you are I really don't know.
For the time being my propaganda has had to be stopped, but that's only to pacify the people who have strangely started sticking up for you, which might I add is 23 years too late. I've had a lifetime of knowing every little sordid detail of you life and it's not something I'm going to forget, and I'm not going to let you forget it either.
My only comfort is that I know implicitly that I am better than you. I'm prettier than you. I'm nicer than you. I'm funnier than you. I have a nicer ass than you. If I wanted to I could steal your 'man', that's a big fear of yours ey? Cos you couldn't even stop your pathetic excuse of a husband from shagging just about anything he came across. However I would never stoop to the level of the type of 'men' you go for. BTW remember when you were 23 I was at junior school with your 'man'. Does that seem right to you? I don't know maybe it's just me..................
I'm not going to stop. Ever. I will continue to tell people every little thing you have done. oh and also stop talking to my friends.
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