Stolen Computers from office buildings and Nails in Floors, You tell me your stories of knocking on unknown doors. Every time you were allowed to see me you asked: 'Do I need to beat up anyone for you today?' At four, six, eight years, I hadn't yet encountered a bully worthy of being beaten up by you. I still haven't. But, when mum told me that you had seen her as one of these bullies, it really ****** me up. It's all your fault that I'm completely and utterly broken. Emotionally, I'm the latest Apple Mac. And until now, anyone leaving me would be inevitable and I would prepare so far beforehand that I initiate the departure, I was the one to break the glass against the ship six months before it's manufacture.