IWANTHIM OUT

don't come pleading to me to take the title off because i won't have it. i don't give half a shit who reads this and quite frankly, the more the merrier. I Don't Care. Get RID of him.

Think, at least, if you won't think about my wearied heart or your poor soul or james' distraught conscience, think of the little girl in the photograph who has to run up to her room every time we start a row. She could be so much happier without it. And you wonder why she cries before going to her friends' house? I used to do the exact same thing, and still you fail to realize how incredibly nervous she is to face people who have it all together and with whom everything seems like a stroll in the park. She's broken, for fuck's sake. GET HIM OUT