I think you know the type, load, always showing off, never washed his hair, hated everyone, smoked behind the bikesheds. His descpition of what he is doing now (I'd better not mention any names) was amazing. It's like he was a different person. Thats what I want people to think about me... that I'v changed blah blah blah. So i sat and stared at the computer before I began to type. Nothing deep, just hi, whats everyone up to, and my email address.
I'm waiting with baited breathe.
Moving on.
Today Emma Rush called me a slut. At the top of her voice and in the middle of the street I was ready to cry...right their...until I realised that that was what she wanted. I'm eighteen years old for fuck sake...I don't need this!
So now I'm going to go and have a cigarrete. I don't think white trousers were a suitible idea for today. It's bloody raining.
Kxx