Dumb little Ian how could you just let her rant away at you for so long.

Teacher doesn't mean anything, you of all people should know that.

An angry stare means nothing to her, you've already seen that countless times.

What on earth will it take you to do something.

All that bunch of lies and pointless hateful insults. Not enough?

Accusations of pride. Accusations of arrogance. Accusations of dishonesty and accusations of attention whoring to levels of unbelief.

Lies. All lies. She doesn't know you better than you do. She has no right to say things like that. Especially with such vehemence, and condescension.

Quit being spineless.

Stand up for yourself dammit. How many times are you going to back down. Is everyone going to back down.

Moron.

Bloody spineless moron.

She's grilled you so many times for nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don't keep letting her. No one should be allowed to step all over you like that. No matter who. The least you can do is to make it absolutely clear that you will not stand for it.

Retard.

Bloody fucking retard.

Don't. Let. Anyone.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.