In a more clear and concise way.

The Libertines reunion has failed to make me smile.
My mind is stuck on one thing;
I want to spend all my money on gin and razor blades.
I don't think I even have the energy to go to morrissey.

I've misplaced my will to live.

I hope my mothers fucking holiday with her fucking cunt goes horrificly. i hope he beats the shit out of her. I hope logan tells Nigel when he comes back.

I hope she looses everything good in her life because thats what she deserves.
I can make that happen.
I might because to be honest i don't give a shit about the backlash.

I don't even care about the people I'd leave behind.