And I watch. You know what you did. Are you that stupid, do I need to spell it out? Yeah, I'm supposed to be the clever, quiet, shy one. But what you say makes my blood boil. How could you? It's so mean. He's dead. Well, you know what you did, but I'm going to spell it out so everyone knows, and let the pain pour on you, Angel, all on you. You little.....B****. You make me sooooooooooooooo MAD! Ok, Wittians, how's this for a best friend? When my boyfriend died exactly a year ago, to the day, at that time of the day, 1:30, the time Eden.....left, when I'm going out of my mind, and have to excuse myself to the toilets because I want to scream, when the anger and confusion and pain is all too much............I come back. You're huddled with Nadine. Yes, Angel, I saw every movement, heard every word - to quote: "What I can't understand is how he actually liked her. I mean, Amber - clever, shy, sometimes geeky Amber - with a total hottie! Ridiculous!" I screamed. In front of all of Form 9B. The teacher sent me to the school psychologist. School loonie, more like. Whatever. I can't do this alone. I can't do this. I can't do. I can't. I. Goodnight, for the last time, Wittians.