This is an angry blog [Edit]

For fucks sake.
This country sucks, everyone walks far to fucking slow, I hate shopping, everything is branded bullshit, its raining, my neck hurts like hell, I've managed to scratch the top layer of skin off my nose, my legs are covered in insect bites, I have a fucking ROWING CAMP which is going to be SHIT four days after I get back, nobody speaks English, THE DAMN RINGTONE COMMERCIALS are giving me migraine, my family are pissing me off, as soon as camp is over I have to start revisions for the damn GCSEs, I'm crap at all the sciences and the maths, I have a bunch of homework still to do which I'm not gonna get done, this holiday has been taken away from me by damn European countries, everybody speaks damn German here, I got no sleep last night, my little brother snores, the pillows are too damn soft, I can't stop twitching my neck, everybody is angry all the time, I'm feeling homesick, yet I don't particulary want to go home, I have so damn much work to do, rowing is depressing me, my social life is depressing me, my health is depressing me, everything is depressing me, niketown annoys me, my siblings are getting so much more attention than me...

Life is BAD. And I'm whingeing about it. But thats not my biggest problem.

I Have already been fucking replaced. For fucks sake, I go away for two fucking weeks, and you wankers just replace me with somebody else. Christ's sake, talk about a betrayal. Well, fuck you all. Pretty much the whole bunch of you are just hangers on, and its really starting to piss me off. I MEAN CHRIST. ARGH. You know EXACTLY who you are. I am really very very cheesed off with everybody (excluding Fati).

I also hearby officially resign from the SWP/H grouping, to join Oli Gill in his resignation. You lot can all piss off and have a mass orgy, which is where it seems to be heading, from where I'm standing. Screw it, I'll go back to having no friends.

Cunts.


Wow, good to get that off my chest. Hahahhahaha... it is fun to wind people up. You losers. But still, I'm quittin' the gang, as you lot are starting to depress me with your depraved ways. Seriously... the orchard is yours. I shall go and find a nice quiet vineyard somewhere, where I will live in relative peace and tranquility, until some bored person shows up, invites all his mates, eats all the grapes and generally fucks the place up. And from there... who knows? A plantation, perhaps. I know not. It seems that wherever I go, somebody has to steal my fruit. C'est la fucking vie, as the French say.
I realise that that was a long and pointless metaphor that will only be understood properly by one person. But hey, its the right one, so I do not care. La di da. Go marry yourselves.

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