One week. Just one week. You told me I wouldn't win this time. When you were out of breath and you whispered it twice in a row so low that I wouldn't hear, too bad the rest of the house was silent and I heard. It was at that moment I knew I'd already won.

I'm being a Cunt. If you read this you will realise I'm out to be a cunt.

I'm hurting right now. I'm hurting a lot.

I'm taking it out on you.