Ode to the Beauty of Orwellian-Themed Theatrics

I’m feeling very venomous and angry

How dare she vote for me
She doesn’t even know me
She doesn’t even know who I am
What I like
She’s never even spoken to me
Wouldn’t even give me the chance
She wouldn’t even look at me

What have I fucking done

I would have actually taken this… if… if it had come from the other housemates
To be honest
Because I took it last week
And actually
If they’d have voted for me again this week: fair do’s
Fucking right
Because I moan and whinge and all the other reasons why they nominated me last week
Erm
But she does not know me
And she’s just come in here
Marched in, in her golden gown
And fucking ousted me out
And it’s not fair
It’s not fair
I don’t get it

You lot have made a damn well good decision
I hope you’re pleased with yourselves
Let me out

Can you let me out
I’m too angry to talk
I want to smash someone’s head in

Who is she?
Who is she?
Who is she?
Where did you find her?

I can feel the venom pouring out of me as I breathe

I hate her
I tell you now

I’m going to find it very difficult to be pleasant to it for the rest of this week
I’m afraid
Very difficult

I don’t even want to look at it