One boy. One girl. No, no, they do not fall in love. Why? Because not everybody who is, some people can just be, I mean it doesn't have to be ... Oh god. Why am I talking to someone when I don't even know if they're there? How bad is it, before it's too bad? How are we supposed to know when someone is just a bit down, or when they're actually really fucking down and we should do something about it right now because they weren't actually joking when they spoke about ... Let's not talk about it. I can't. Chlamydia. She totally caught Chlamydia from Fatty Finlay. OH MY GOD I'M TRYING TO GET ON WITH THIS STOP TALKING ABOUT PPI AND FUCKING CONDOMS. But did you hear?
Author: Mimi Monteith