you could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day.

I'd like to know who's been saying this, thanks. And yeah, I'm not letting it go. Because I don't fucking NEED this right now, okay?

You, boyo, don't even know me. We've had one conversation. You're a fucking arserimming bollock-sucking WANKER, got it? You're in ONE of my classes. Don't presume to know me. Fudgepacker.

Basically, if no one actually tells me the fucking truth about my own life RIGHT NOW, I'm getting really angry. Because my life is complicated enough. I don't need teenage rumours as well.