Angry? Mad as hell and you can't take it anymore? Get something off your chest
and it could be published online and/or in print. Bitches are anonymous and may be
edited for length, grammar, spelling and our lenient standards of propriety.
To the stabbing pain in my chest. Thanks for reminding me that I have a heart. Now fuck off and leave me alone before I start to think I'm under some sort of horrible trick gone wrong. —Eye Eye Eye