... You're a f*cking cuntbag. You've just crossed the line, and I'm f*cking sick of you. I'm sick of having to listen to your loud swearing because things aren't going your way when you play any computer game. I'm sick of how you never ask if I'm watching something when you change the channel. I'm sick of how you insist on keeping things tidy, yet this rooms a f*cking sh*t tip of clutter and junk you refuse to sort. I don't care if your afraid to be forgotten should you die Jon, cos right now if you die I'll just be rememberring you as an asshole.
I'm fed up of having to spend time with you. I f*cking hate being stuck in this room with you everytime you're off from work. I literally jump for joy on those rare occassions I get home from work and you aren't home. Spending time with you is a f*cking nightmare. Everything you do annoys the f*ck out of me. If you're not banging your wrestling toys loudly, your clashing lego together. What the hell is that all about anyway, you're 22 and you still play with, and buy new toys?
I can't stand how I have no privacy. I know I've got no choice but to share a room with you, but f*cks sake I can't even sit here and type something into my lappy without you poking your nose. If I chuckle slightly you
have to know what's so f*cking funny, even if it's a private joke, or one you would never get. I can't ever even get a w*nk if you're home, and you seem to be at home almost all the time since you cut back at work. I know you do shiftwork, but why is every shift you have at near enough the same time as my shifts.
You've bitched before to Carrie Ann about how we share a room and yet we're not close. Well here's a hint for you;
I don't want to be close to you. You're a f*cking asshole. I spend my time in here worried you're going to snap without any given provocation, and it's not good for me. I spend much of my day afraid of various things, be it the Chav's who infest work, or that I'm gonna f*ck something else up. I don't want to have to spend my time at home afraid to put my feet in the wrong place and have you lash out like you did this morning.
What the hell was that for anyway? You woke me up, like you always do. I do not want or need to be woken up at this hour, especially not by you humping your matress. I have to sleep in the bed bellow you you c*nt. Show some consideration. Don't turn around and say you're asleep because I f*cking know you aint. So you were going at your matress full pelt this morning, creaking the bed loudly and shaking it as you did. Do you have any idea how disturbing it is to be woken up by that? It's like being woken up by an earthquake, and then you realise it's just someone you know doing something you don't want to know about.
So I shook the bed myself. I've done it for ages, because it stops you from doing it, if only for a few seconds. Getting out of bed, and then using your bed to drop your weight on me as I drifted back to sleep was uncalled for you jackass, and it's the final straw. I've had enough of you. I want you to go take a running jump out of a fifth story window onto a row of cactuses, while rabid pitbulls gnaw on your testicles.
I don't want to have see you ever again Jon. I f*cking hate you. You are an asshole, a selfish jerk, a mean tempered c*nt, and a waste of matter. I know you'll probably see this, and I hope you do just to get the message. I want you to p*ss off out of my life. I know I'm still gonna have to share a room with you, and this is still going to go on and on, but if nothing else; p*ss the f*ck off of here. Give me some privacy. I don't pry into your life, p*ss off out of mine. I don't give a sh*t if you're concerned about me or whatever b*ll*cks you tell Carrie Ann, if I wanted you to care about me, I'd let you know. This is me telling you the opposite. I want you to f*ck off out of my life.
Go f*ck yourself Jon. I don't mean your matress either.