"well you and I, collapsed in love and it looks we might have made it..."

The world is out to get me and Evan. Danevan. Team Danevan. But it won't succeed. It can get its filthy fucking evil little paws off us and go and spoil someone else's life because its not gonna work with us. We're too whiley. Too cunning. Too...too...better than that to be foiled by its pathetic little games. I mean who does it think it is, putting obsticles like no money, uncertain jobs and council tax and ever-increasing Egg Card bills to pay, in our way; in our pursuit of a happy life together. Its like...er.....FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!! I mean what the fuck? What the fuck did we do to deserve any of this bullshit.

Well the world can fuck off. I'm gonna hide under a duvet for the rest of the day until my bunged up nose and sore head goes away, and Evan will join me until all the shit things in his life all disappear and there...in the middle of my comfortable, warm bed, we will remain, united against the shit and then when the world has fucked off to trouble someone else we'll emerge with a new found lust for life......and bed sores.

Until then...