fury

THE FUCKING CUNT.
How dare he?
I feel like ringing the FUCKER up and screaming at him down the phone.
He has no fucking right.
Well he can hate me as much as he fucking likes, it's nowhere near the amount of hate, disgust and contempt I feel for him.
And I hope the twat reads this too.
Does he think that acting like a complete, childish cunt is going to make me love him again?
And to think I have been worrying about him and how he's doing.

Well done on your promotion you fucker, I hope you work yourself to death.

And as of today I'm seeing Allan. He actually cares about my happiness and not just about his own.

I hope I never see you again.