TBH i didn't want to say this..
14/05/2009
Because i said i was going to be the happy one. Because i said i was going to be the shoulder to cry on. Because i said it didn't matter.
But it does.
I've found i'm crying myself to sleep every night.
And i'm permenantly stressed.
It's harder to pretend when you remember who you are.
It's hard knowing that you'll never see your Dad again.
It's frustrating to know it wasn't your fault.
But there's more.
My sister is a fake little bitch.
My cousin is pregnant at 16.
My Mum is pissing me off.
I'm fat.
Barry is SO annoying.
Kayla keeps hitting me, the bitchy american midget.
Daisy keeps hitting me, the almost-as-bitchy ginger kid.
Josh keeps calling me fucking Emo. And i'm not allowed to kill him yet.
Tyler is being perverted.
I'm on the computer too much.
I have only 2 pairs of fucking trousers.
I'm poor.
I want to laugh, but i fucking can't.
I have to be fucking fake around everyone.
I'll never, ever, ever see my dad again.
I keep biting my clothes.
I have skin problems.
My head&shoulders is not working.
I've got to go to the dentist, just so the bastard can rip out my teeth to get some money.
I've got a fucking lump on my eye that just keeps getting bigger.
My fringe is never right.
I have to walk up a fucking mountain every day.
I have to walk down a fucking mountain every day.
I'm being a bitch to everyone.
I'm crying all the time.
I'm getting way to much homework.
I've got exams coming up.
I'm going to bed at 9, getting to sleep at 2, and waking up at 5.
My school shoes are broken already.
My brother is taking ages to get born.
I have to be quiet every fucking second of the day; either Barry's in bed or Triniti.
My hair is never neat.
My handwriting is messed up.
I'm permenantly babysitting my sister.
I'm a fucking stressed-out bitch.
I'm feeling suicidal.
The only thing keeping me alive is Rhiannon and Music.
Fuck this.
Juiced 4:16 am
