I shall kill that wanker yet.
2002-08-31, 7:45 p.m.
I fucking want to throw up.
I'm so fucking tired of this shit.
Tired of being paranoid.
Tired of phone cards
And emails...
I'm tired of being so fucking suspicious.
Tired of having my suspicions confirmed.
Who wants to bail me out of jail...?
Because I'm going there soon...
As soon as I get a ticket to Scotland.
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