| ANGRY CONFESSION |
I took out a massive Lost Soul stamp – one I’ve never used before and didn’t even know I possessed – and stamped all over your image. And I rejoiced in you being out of my space with your non-existing manners, your stubborn resistance to honouring me with any connection resembling friendship, and your black pepper of ‘fuck this fuck that’ that you seasoned everything with like a true bogan Australian.
And for two days I felt so free and happy in my anger.
And then I let both of you go.