Oh I SEE

So on those lonely empty nights as you trail the razor blade along your forearms, watching the silverfish scuttle across the remains of the Chinese meal you blew the last of the dole money on ... on those lonely empty nights, as your frustration boils inside you about how you feel about Peter and how you wish you didn't ... as you replay endlessly your Marilyn Manson and Babyshambles compilation CD ... you hate yourself, you hate Peter ... and you hate ME!! You've decided that it's MY fault that he doesn't respond to your letters, not even when you've w**ked into the envelope. And all that hatred is boling over onto ME!

This is getting a bit scary for an elderly gentleman. I'm going to bed now, Otto, but I want you to know that you don't have to feel like this about yourself, or about me. We love you and we want to support you. Now hold onto that love through the night.

Posted By: Old Git, Oct 18, 00:07:26