Oh how much I loathe you, and I know there's a part of you that hates you too. You probably hate me too, because I kill your cells every time I smoke, and you also because of the ridiculous choices I make that make you turn to turmoil.
I apologise greatly.
You could do me a favour though, and not spout out random stuff when I'm trying to be quiet, or have a serious conversation with someone, or send random nasty thoughts, it's quite distracting you know.
Anyway, I've gotta go annoy you some more!