You poor little lost boy. Omg, the hatred. Gawd, I feel sooooooo sorry for you. Honey, what the heck went wrong. Personally, I'm guessing that your arch-horney nemesis is "speaking" on your behalf. Wow. I'm so glad I've not got the growing up to do that you have. How exhausting! Love you. There's a bed here, v****a-free thanks to you, if you want it. Love xxxxxxx.