In the library

The scrotes were really getting to me. They were behaving like a pack of wild animals. I could feel the temper building up inside me. The trouble is that I didn't know what to say to them, or how I should say it. I am so grateful that the little bastards have finally got up and left. I don't like being surrounded by them, and I don't like them reading what's on my screen. It's all such a massive intrusion. I am troubled by people's proximity to me, and they were much too close.