dear sharon
remember when we went to spain for christmas? you'd just had your "nervous breakdown", otherwise known as 2 months of self-indulgent whining about why your life was so shit, you spoilt bitch*.
remember we went out on christmas eve, because i said i wanted to make sure you had a great time?
well, that was a lie. the real reason i took you to the pub on christmas eve and got you shitfaced on aftershocks till 7 a.m is because i know very well that you can't handle your drink like i could back then. i knew that you'd feel so rough, you'd spend the whole of christmas day in bed, leaving me in peace to enjoy myself without your constant moaning.
i'm sorry, i know it was selfish and petty, but you put me through months of mental torture. i suffered from your supposed breakdown more than you did, i seriously needed just one day away from you.

*this was how i felt then, not now.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 0:41, 3 replies)

Whoa now
pretty crafty though
( Major Turd for tonight only, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 1:56, closed)

I like that
level of evil
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 11:20, closed)

oh, that's nothing
i can be much more evil when i want to
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 15:02, closed)