I’ve had it with you, Mr Sadness, with your damp eyes and your bloody nose and your sad, sad acoustic soundtrack. I’ve had it with the sporadic loneliness, the dread and the anger. I’m over this. Tomorrow I’ll go online and find me a new lover. A lover with sunlight and cool winds and upbeat music. A lover who socialises and goes to the Valley and pops pills with strangers and doesn’t dwell on things, doesn’t go on long rants with their best friends. A lover with a great toothbrush. A lover where everything goes how I want it to, where there are no pricks, no dickheads, where guilt and shame and tiredness are just shit stains under the deep, deep ocean.