“But if it doesn’t kill me it makes me tougher,
And that’s the message that I pass onto my brother,
You never really gonna make a difference ‘til you suffer,
But we passed that, now it’s time to smash that, thunder.”—Hoodie Allen
You’re so blinded by ignorance that you can’t see what you’re doing to everyone. Your self centered, spiteful and a just a general dickhead. I hope i never turn out like you. You seem to insult everybody you meet hence why you have no friends and rarely go out. This is your own doings, not because you had kids and ‘they ruined your social life’. We’re 16 and 17 now. We don’t need parental guidance anymore so why are you still on our cases? Why feel the need to shout every word that comes out your mouth? We’re not deaf. We can hear you. We just choose to ignore because you’re not worth arguing with.
I wish i could just say all this to your face but i know exactly what you would do if i did. Im just lucky you don’t know what the fuck Tumblr is. Your hardly clued up on the Internet either so i’m safe with this.
Just before i go to bed, was just wanna say OH MY JIZZUS. So far 2011 has been pretty good if i say so myself. And what’s the date? February 1st? BOOM.
Getting all my shit for prom ready now, which is kinda stressful because there’s major pressure. I mean i gotta sort out dress and shoes and hair ect. Too much for me. I can barely sort out school stuff and that’s just uniform. So glad im going with my friend Antoine though, we’ve been friends since the first day of year seven so i couldn’t pick anyone else tbh :)
After school finishes, like, ends ends,i guess i’ll see who my ‘real’ friends are, not just the people i stand next to at lunch or whatnot. The ones who’ll make an effort to see/contact me. I know i’m going to sixth form and i’ll meet new people but it’ll be sad to not see familiar faces. Oh the times 22:22. I love it when time is like that :)
32 days into 2011 and i’m feeling positive. I think when i’m feeling shitty or just having one of those days where everything seems to be going wrong, i’ll read my ‘happy blogs’ and try not to be such a penis brain because most of the time, i get all upset and angry about stpuid things that really don’t matter at all.
Ah this month is like totally booked! No. I don’t like saying booked, makes me sound like a cocky twat. Like, full of stuff. 24th -James’ Birthday 25th - Health & Social exam 27th - Health & Social exam 29th - Meal with James & his dad 30th - Meal with my family and james. 5th- Cinema :)
Feb - trip to London with Sophia.
No doubt half of them will get cancelled because of the fag that gave birth to me. But, i will trytrytry to stay in her good books. Or, get into them. But she did buy me clothes earlier which is wierd because if i’m going into town she neglects my ‘fashion needs’ but then, for no apparent reason, she will buy me tons of clothes. Like, nice ones too. And thats something concidering her, uh, aquired taste in materials. Brown and dark green metelic florals, i must say, are not my thing.
It was THEE BUS JOURNEY of 2011. I always have the most jacked up journeys ever. Like, always!
So i get on the bus, and there’s all the Grammar school boys on there plus some skanky man who’s always on the bus and a few old birds. So I’m literally, holding onto the pole for dear life because there’s no seats, swinging back and forth, totally rocking the spaced out spastic look when some kid gets off his seat. And its one of those seats where if you stand up, it retracts? Is that the word. Well you know. So i sit down all comfy. AND THEN. THIS. THIS MY FRIEND. I CANT EVEN TELL YOU.
So some dyke lady sits in front of me - baring in mind im at the front, facing the back of the bus. So then a Downs Syndrome lady sits next to her & she’s chatting to the skanky man. The dyke lady goes ape & moves. Funny. THEN. THEN. FUCKING THEN. A BEAST ACTUALLY APPEARED. No word of a lie, she has no teeth, serious body odour, a beard - like a propper one that touched her tits, and a scabby wheeler bag.
She then told me “I have a cat in here! Dont you dare steal my bag!” So i was literally like “WTF.” And throughout the whole journry, i had her smelly ass on me. Was so grim. Every Time the doors opened, and fresh air came in, i knew there was a God.. but then they closed and i realised that God hates me and wants me to suffocate on this bus full of weirdo’s.