You took my post didn't you. That's why is was late. You're even determined to ruin my last time here. If my package doesn't come tomorrow BLAM. I'll buy £400 of cocaine and mainline that. It's my life, I'll end it how I want. And if I suspect it's tampered with in the slightest.
I'll go Brixton and I know people who I can pay to receive post for me. And I'll order a lot more.
Later...
Only the truth can save me. The ball is in your court. But time's running out. If everything comes out, at least I stand to make some money selling my story. I'm quite happy to die. I'm so broken I don't care.
