I'm sore at you and sore at me. when i saw something on this page a while ago i questioned if she was right about you but you told me she was jealous. turns out she was telling the truth, why are all men the same. Funny thing is you don't know that i know so your continuing the lie. your such a fool, i hate you

I’m sore at you - I read the Venue mag from the 4th-11th April and discovered your words for me…In response, however, I wish you and your leading man well in your life together;...eh sorry who the f**k are you?!I'm sore at someone else, not you, stop hogging my projected hate, I want it to reach the right person!

I'm sore at you sexist garage worker trying to shaft me cos I don't have a penis. Up yours. (Not that there's any chance you'll read this as you can barely walk and talk at the same time). Twat

I'm sore at you housemate, I am not your mum, man up and stop talking about everything your going to do actually do it, your a grown up act like one.

I'm sore at everyone - why don't I have any friends? I'm quite interesting, caring, fun, surely it wouldn't hurt someone to sit in the pub with me for a couple of hours - I'll even buy the drinks FFS!

I'm sore at you karmic gibber, but do you have to 'get religion' to say it's a natural system and illustrate missing the point too? 'Projection', pop-psychology and self-help books: Exactly you, and more of the same, please no. So get your claws out of me, eh? There is truth, it's not here, and it's not my myth, it's yours.

I'm sore at you selfish neighbours in the flats opposite. I was woken up 5 times last night, thanks to you... I'm sick of you smoking and shouting on your balcony till 2am every night without fail. Thanks also to the couple having a loud domestic (including throwing stuff) at 5am on Sunday morning. That really made my day... Oh, and your tiny kitten is not safe 4 storeys up on the balcony wall, btw!!! Selfish, selfish, selfish!!!

I'm sore at my best friend. I know i shouldn't of have said anything, i realise i've been a fool for so many years. please stop hurting me, this comes with it's own punishment...

I'm sore at you bitter twisted old hag of a Step-Bitch.....my beautiful daughter has just given birth to a beautiful healthy baby girl and all you can do is tut and say "I'll tell your father, but we won't be celebrating"....are there no depths to which you won't stoop? May your bitter withered heart rot in the hell of your own making, and may that response come back and Karmically bite you on the bum with rancid rabid teeth big time. You nasty old bitch...... :(

I'm sore at you whoever puts those irritating, pathetic, humorless, pseudo-poltical, adolescent print-outs on billboard posters.. such as "BNP Hitlers spawn" or "up the revolution" or whatever. What a waste of paper & toner ink! Be Ok if they were intelligent or at least witty! They just have the effect of confirming bigoted people's views of us liberal lefties!

I'm sore at you private school bint who looked as though you & your po-faced, elitist friends should've been at the Vampire Weekend gig not Beardyman. I was standing stock-still so how could I have elbowed you? You barged straight into me, mouthed off and then told your friend to do the same - pathetic. If I was a girl I would've lamped you for that but somebody will next time. You are a cock and an ugly excuse for a person.

I'm sore at you re-silly girl in tesco's! in your rush to be first,you completely barged my partner and child out of your way, she nearly fell over the barrier because of you and your impatience & rudeness!!! be thankfull it was just my trolley i nudged you with.Next time try opening your eyes and thinking of others! if you had have been polite i would indeed of let you go first anyway as you had a handfull of items and we had a trolley full. if you wish to meet and discuss this further i am more than willing to do so?

I'm sore at you lil' mouse for deciding the cavity wall of my bedroom is a good place to set up home at 1a.m. Be warned....I have 3 Little Nippers and I know how to use them...

I'm sore at my rubbish love life. Where have all the good men gone!

I'm sore at you S, for telling your friends we are happier now we're no longer an item. We still see each other and sleep together and yet you don't want to call this a *relationship*. Why not? Ha...you like keeping your options open. Well, know that your options no longer include me. Go back to your old ways: screwing some drunk student or fat barmaids. Ciao.