I Think You're Working And Learning Until

Warrington’s Aim’s So Pathetic I’d Be More Worried If He Was Aiming For The Person Next To Me.

There Is An Expiry Date On Blaming Your Parents For Steering You In The Wrong Direction; The Moment You Are Old Enough To Take The Wheel, Responsibility Lies With You.

She Can't Keep Writing About What A Tragic Little Hero I Am, It'll Get Boring.

Depression Isn't Just Being A Bit Sad. It's Feeling Nothing. It's Not Wanting To Be Alive Anymore.

Do I Look Stupid?" Snarled Uncle Vernon, A Bit Of Fried Egg Dangling From His Bushy Mustache.