I feel sick.
I'm in some silent computer room with some people that don't like me.

The room swells around me and i am dwarfed.
I'm isolated but they've got me surrounded.
It's just one big paradox, that's all.

Yes i think it is safe to say that GCSE's are not going too swimmingly. I hate having to revise, and what's more, this isn't even revising - it's learning. I don't want to learn. I know too much, thank you very much.

I have sore lips and it is not from kissing under iron bridges.

i feel ill.

i need advice.

x

Morrissey is right.

i'm the oldest and i am the least loved.

oh and i just heard good looking man around town..or about town...i dont know.

how illegal am i?

rhetorical.

NO ONE READS THIS.

x

Well. Its that time of BLOODY year again. and i mean bloody. I went into Sainsburies before (god help me) and i was disgusted at the unnecessary amount of meat (a.k.a murder, as we all know). I just wanted to scream, 'Don't you know what your eating?!?! Give me a break people' Or words to that effect. The meat counter was overloaded with poor little chickens that really didnt need to be there. I hate this. WHY? Does anyone understand whatsoever? Please!