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6th October 2009.
17:20
Chicago. Chicago.
That's right I'm now a new resident of Chicago. This is my second day in school, it isn't bad. Just being ignored though. I'm not used to that. I did manage to talk to a couple of friends and there's a guy called Bob who I felt up - well his hair. It just seemed so soft.
He then dug me hard in the shoulder. I don't think he likes me all to much. So now I have no one. Even my brother is fitting in better than me. And people keep asking what I'm saying when I talk, they say I talk to fast. It's beginning to annoy the fuck out of me.
Also my parents keep rambling on about how I don't eat anymore. Guess what. I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING EAT. Is that so bad? I don't give a shit. I'm angry because
1) I have no friends
2) I've moved to far away
3) I have no idea about the music scene here.
Hey, I love going to local gigs.
But then again, this can be some sort of a new start for me. Again. Only in a new place. I'm just scared. It's natural yeah but it feels like I'm having some mid life crisis.
Plus my grandmother has no idea where anything is and unpacking is such a fucking pain in the ass I want to die. I also have no idea where to go and where not to go. My neighbours are also fucking rabbits. I mean, literally. They fuck each other non stop. I can hear most of it. It's just angry sex.
Anyway. I haven't hurt myself so far. I always count that as an epic acomplisment for me everyday when I don't. Because right now all I want to do is cut. But I can't let myself fall down. Again. Because if I do it once, I'll fall again. It's like
"If I eat, I'll eat everything, so I eat nothing."
So true, so true.
I have more school tomorrow so I'll write what happened then. I hope I don't get dug again. Bob has a stong hand. He has facial hair. He's tall. He's built. No, he's not fat. He has amazing eyes too. I'm not gay, but damn.
Yoodle!
17:30
17:20
Chicago. Chicago.
That's right I'm now a new resident of Chicago. This is my second day in school, it isn't bad. Just being ignored though. I'm not used to that. I did manage to talk to a couple of friends and there's a guy called Bob who I felt up - well his hair. It just seemed so soft.
He then dug me hard in the shoulder. I don't think he likes me all to much. So now I have no one. Even my brother is fitting in better than me. And people keep asking what I'm saying when I talk, they say I talk to fast. It's beginning to annoy the fuck out of me.
Also my parents keep rambling on about how I don't eat anymore. Guess what. I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING EAT. Is that so bad? I don't give a shit. I'm angry because
1) I have no friends
2) I've moved to far away
3) I have no idea about the music scene here.
Hey, I love going to local gigs.
But then again, this can be some sort of a new start for me. Again. Only in a new place. I'm just scared. It's natural yeah but it feels like I'm having some mid life crisis.
Plus my grandmother has no idea where anything is and unpacking is such a fucking pain in the ass I want to die. I also have no idea where to go and where not to go. My neighbours are also fucking rabbits. I mean, literally. They fuck each other non stop. I can hear most of it. It's just angry sex.
Anyway. I haven't hurt myself so far. I always count that as an epic acomplisment for me everyday when I don't. Because right now all I want to do is cut. But I can't let myself fall down. Again. Because if I do it once, I'll fall again. It's like
"If I eat, I'll eat everything, so I eat nothing."
So true, so true.
I have more school tomorrow so I'll write what happened then. I hope I don't get dug again. Bob has a stong hand. He has facial hair. He's tall. He's built. No, he's not fat. He has amazing eyes too. I'm not gay, but damn.
Yoodle!
17:30
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