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I knew it would come to this.

From a Kinks point of view, it would be like this:

Ray Davies is giving Mick Avory the boot.

I'm going to put on my bravest smile and go into work. Not the fake Peter Newkirk one.

I listen to this song for the sound. How a Cockney band can do that is amazing.

I know there's a place for tin soldier misfits like me.

I guess I'll be riding my pretend motorcycle around town when I'm not working. I can't get over Alfred P. Doolittle's own war helmet.

I reiterate:

I know this is hard for you to digest but please (and I only say this because I care about you) Please consider what I just said (below). Please see the bigger picture. Life's no game. Once they're gone, they're gone FOREVER and you can't talk to them ever again. You'll never hear the sound of her voice ever again. No matter where you look, you'll never find her! Everyone you know, someday will die! Including your Mum. Don't leave it until it's too late. If you do, you'll rue the passing of the day when you had a chance to talk to her - because one day, she won't be there to talk to. Don't take life for granted. Life's too short. We all go and you never know when that's going to be. You'll never know when she's going to go. Now's the time. Talk to her now, before it's too late.

I'll keep visiting as well. Maybe just twice a month instead of every week. I think we've been seeing too much of each other. Normal adults aren't meant to sleep over at their mum's every single weekend. Two weekends a month seems pretty par, I think. Dean has a very unusual relationship with his dad. He is able to spend 4 days a week with his dad. I also think he might have a few more challenges than I do because that's very unusual. I still accept him though. Four days in a row is a bit much for me. I feel it restricting. Christmas and Boxing Day didn't go over too well. It's because we were constantly around each other.

I was getting confused when my boss kept telling me to wear a smile. What smile? A big pasty smile like every body else in the bank with eyes so dry that they turn red? I'm going to be my sweet, misty eyed but not teary eyed self at work from now on. I'll bring the scarf but it will only be used to blow my noes or clean up messes. I can cry into my scarf all I need to at home. I've gone from being cocky and cheeky to being sweet and sad and I don't know how to adjust. Thanks a lot diet pills. I wish I never took you. More people die from diet pills than anything else. Than again, do I really want to be cheeky and cocky with the customers? That's so 2015.

You never know when the last time you see those you love will be.

Think about it