Valentine's cards?

Valentine's cards? No in a word. But that's what you get when you're address you never give out and never stay at. Ah yes, but what about the phone? Well, Ben keeps ringing me but there's a mistake...
I snogged him and I should've never and he really likes me, what do I do? Because I just don't feel the same. He's a nice bloke and I wish I did feel the same but I just don't. And I bet you thought crackheads didn't have normal problems too? 
Anyway, went for coffee with a couple of guys from CA and we had a breakfast. I had my usual double shot vanilla latte too, only they'd run out of vanilla syrup so I had to have caramel. High class problems indeed for someone who's only just stopped shoplifting meat and coffee for crack cocaine. Back at HQ now. My mate's so bored of me being online he's fallen asleep, bless him.  
I spoke to my uncle breifly on Facebook but what do I have to say to him? I walked out of rehab, success of all fucking history- ta nah!
Sweet tattoo innit: I like: