After Hope, Guilt is the Worst Emotion

So I've been wanting to write for ages, desperate to get everything off my chest, but haven't... well I'm not sure why. One technique that worked was I wrote (as in paper and pen, impressive eh!? ;) ) letters to everyone I needed to talk to. Everyone that upset me or didnt upset me I wrote to and then I hid them under my bed with the rest of my feelings.

So whats changed I hear you ask, you invisible non-reader?

Well I haven't seen SB in ages and although H still likes him (after a year and a half!) he's pretty much out of out lives.
CC and I broke up. And then yesterday it snowed. And he came round. And we got together again but only as friends with benefit which is brill.
I tried for the academic scholarship alongside my best friend. This is the meaning of the title of this entry. I hoped. I got my hopes so high that when I didnt get it I came crashing down, like a Tsunami on the shore. And hell, I caused about the same amount of damage, but only to myself. I congratulated Vicky and then walked off. I burst into tears in front of a girl called Pippa. Pippa has seen me angry, happy, excited, funny and completely in control at all times. She has never seen me cry. I hide it from my year because I need to be strong there. But I broke. I went off to an area in my school called the millenium centre and stayed sitting in silence in an empty auditorium for ages. I felt guilty that I couldnt just be happy for Vicky and then carry on. But I couldnt
I hate a girl called O and a girl called J. They are both black and O is American. This is not why I dislike them. They are both cocky, ignorant, racist and mean. They make everything about their race. If you ask them (if anyone  inclusing teachers) asks them to do something they are all "Is it because Im black tho. Im not sum sorta slave tho init?" Stupid bitches.
Not getting the scholarship brought out a bad side in me. A rebellious side. I still feel it and it scares me. Nothing matters at school anymore. I want to get sent to the heads office to show her what shes done to me. I did mocks last week and didnt revise, didnt think. Nothing. I got highest mark in my maths class and 2 highest history mark in the year. I got an A in Chemistry. They are all the results I have. I could have done better. However, with no revision Im pleased but its a cocky pleased. Its not a nice pleased its a "fuck you school see Im good" pleased.
I realised in mocks that we have got out of the habit of thinking. I put my head on the desk and could almost feel that I was using such a small amount of brainpower that it wasnt worth using. We arent expected to think we are expected to be parrots; learn off my heart and repeat again and again and again. I tried thinking in my RE exam and I was bloody clever! The amount that I thought and knew and remembered was amazing, I just dont ever do it. Im going to try and think but it takes too much effort. I just wish Id remembered how to do it before the scholarship exam...
If fallen in crush with my teacher. Hes not even the fit young teacher. Hes middle age and married. However, PY complements me, makes me feel special. He sees Im clever and he is aswell. Hes a drama teacher and if anyone reads this Im screwed. Obviousley nothing is going to happen but still... :S
IM is still on the scene. Still a bisexual crush after 5 years or so. She has shown an interest in being a friend now, she flirts with me to make me uncomfortable. I dont know why she has this effect on me but she grabs my hand or hugs me and my heart just goes mental. Its wierd.
Speaking of being bi, still havent come out yet. I never lie. I never say Im straight or gay and I never deny being bi. Yesterday a guy called H asked me straight out. I giggled. I think he knows. I think deep down everyone knows, they just dont want to say it. I dont think coming out would fix their homophobia so Ill just leave it. Im not afraid of being bullied, just of scaring off those I love.
My most homophobic friend is called Liv. Unfortunately, she has become my best friend. I have a guy best friend called Andrew who I love to bits and hope it doesnt turn into a crush because I love being friends with him. But Vicky and I split in public. When we are alone together (what an oxymoron) we are close as anything (except I dont jump on her the same as my other friends...) but with our other friends we always fight. Everything she does in public annoys me. I dont want to lose her but I am closer to Liv now.
Ive been tense with Mum but am so close to Nan. Dad and I get on mostly.
Leaving RAF camp was one of the worst times of my life but I loved the people I met there. Im looking forward to Borneo next year and hopefully going for an RAF gliding scholarship. There with the hope again :S
Im back with the weight thing but its more subtle. My matra is "nothing tastes as good as feeling skinny" which is good but mum keeps feeding me and i cant decline or she'd get suspicious.
I leave you with the idea of tiredness. Are we tired from lack of sleep or tired from lack of ... well what is the oppostie of disapointment? It doesnt exist. After hope, one of the most painful and engulfing emotions, always comes disapointment. Nothing ever lives up to expectations and I think thats what we are tired of.

Love
xx

Home again home again...

Just been to Capital Summertime Ball with B and E and D who B likes. D is male and B and E are female by the way. I wore a tight and low denim dress and although I felt that I looked good I hope it wasn't too slaggy... 

I lie so easily. Everything I do is exaggerated to please my intended audience. It upsets me.

I bought my first vibrator yesterday. It was a bit embarrassing but fun :) I am still too worried to share any gory details online, but it was Ann Summers and it was a laugh. A planned laugh.

Saw SB yesterday aswell. Basically... He was on the train station with a friend and we chatted as a three on the train and he was a little flirty and he stole and drank my Ribena but then when he made a joke he said "oh yes, I stole some Ribena from a random girl on the train" to his friend. Random girl on the train wasnt the label I wanted, and I almost missed my train station hyperventilating over seeing him. Then he text e "you want me :P" and I dont know how he knows but of course its true.

Then again, I saw CC this morning and had a really nice time. We had THE TALK about dating and relationships and we decided that a closed but quite private relationship was good for us. He asked if I liked him. I said yes truthfully. The he asked if I liked anyone else. I answered no but all I could think was SB. 

HOWEVER

When I see CC its very "Hi, you are an amazing person who makes me feel nice and special and we can have fun, be involved and watch a film or chat. You are nice."

When I see SB its more "You. Me. Your pants. NOW."

Obviously not that exactly but you get my drift.

The reason I am writing is because I am stressed out. Not about boys (or girls, or M) but over latin. Yes, you heard. Latin.

I have my latin GCSE tomorrow. I didnt revise and got a B in my mock. I have forgotten to revise. I have found that my friends have revised non stop and know all of the vocab and grammar. I think the most I will get is a B with my knowledge. I doubt my parents would be happy but they'd survive. I worry if I got a C they may cry. Because Tori and Livvy and Vicky would all get 100%s and I would die. 

I am too tired to cram revision, I will try and do some tomorrow before my 9am exam. If I fail, I'll write. 

Love xxx

Marrakesh

I am writing from Marrakesh - the Capital of Morocco. I'm only here with mum and she is fine until she keeps pestering about me and CC.
He, by the way, told me to watch an episode of How I Met Your Mother which was about defining a relationship and dating but not knowing it. I get the hint. :)
The guys here are clingy. There is a 23 year old waiter called briham and he finds me every day and its immensly awkward. :S
I cant write much because i am sharing a room with mum and she is asleep. ish.
xxx

One day... the men in white coats sill come and get me.

So I lost 5kg the other day when I didnt eat for the day except breakfast. I was please but I dont have the willpower to carry on :S

I was with CC all day and had a good time (except I annoyed him by saying SB is not that bad when CC hates him because of an incident with his brother's girlfriend... meh).

Thing is, I said "I don't understand. ...How..."?
And then he kept bugging me to finish the sentence and I couldn't. I already think he thinks I like him more than I do. I do really like him but I worry that he thinks I am all clingy in love. But I was gunna say "How did I manage to be so fucked up, weird, out of control, complicated, ugly and unlovable... and still end up with a guy like you?"

I couldnt and wouldnt say it. Its fishing for compliments from a guys POV and its just horrible, but its so true. I could never say that to him but...I still dont understand.

SB still makes me giggle and flirt, but I prefer CC (Which is quite something). He's really into revision though, which is nice and makes him seem intelligent (which he is) and caring, but its annoying he's so controlled by exams.

I am a flirt, and I dont know if CC will accept it. He's quite possessive, and I dont know how I ended up with him... but i guess I did. We arent dating but we are seeing each other.

M is as tempting as ever. I'm desperate to do something with a girl, to check. I am so sure Im bi, but I dont want to come out and then retract it because it will look like some attention seeking scheme.

Ella and Chloe said I was the most popular girl in the year. I havent stopped thinking about that statement. It may be true I suppose, but I dont get how it happened! I'm friends with most of my year (except about 2) and quite a few of the year above. I'm a people person... I just don't get why they like me back.

Slightly depressed with myself at the moment. Loves xxx

Hi

The last post was an essay for English. I don't remember writing the last paragraph. It scared me to read it to the class when I found it.

How is everyone?

I feel ugly. I can say it. Sometimes you look in the mirror and feel beautiful, and sometimes you dont. Sometimes thin, sometimes fat.
It's one of those days. i was going to see CC but I felt about as attractive as Susan Boyle on a bad day. I wanted to see him. I wanted to cheer up a bit.

RE GCSE on Tuesday. Yey. I worry that I havent revised or slept. but Im going to try my best when I get in the exam and hope for the best.

Im so tired, I barely know whats going on. Im going off SB kind of, but when I see him I still get goosebumps. Im a flirt by nature though, and so I am pretty sure there is nothing there. I just realised that SB backwards is BS. Oh the irony.

I dont know whats going on at the moment. I havent noticed days passing, deadlines getting closer. I should be stressed. I really should.

M M M M

Mind Mind Mind Mind.

All that is on it.

M.


Well thats not true. I keep thinking about CC. I actually do and it scares me. ive trained myself not to fall in love, or even into like. I dont want to hurt him, I feel guilty flirting. I never feel guilty flirting but hes done this THING to my brain!

Oh deary me. Giddy giddy aunts and high heavens above.

Im off to bed. This post may need to be deleted at some point in the future.

Im sorry.

:p xxx

Hidden Behind Closed Books

Hidden Behind Closed Books

            Emma reached up and pulled the dictionary off the top shelf. English homework was tiresome at the best of times and having to use over 30 verbs in a 100 word essay turned into a more difficult task than she would have originally imagined. It was typical for the only proper dictionary in the house to be on the top shelf of her Mother’s bookshelf. As the book tilted towards her outstretched hand it fell just past her grasp, and from the pages flew about 30 thin pieces of paper, scattering all over the floor.

            Trembling, she picked one of the delicate pieces. She was not meant to be in Mother’s room and it had been a bad day at school. She couldn’t handle another disappointed look, as walking out of maths had meant a call to her parents from the headmistress. ‘Troubled past’ was one of those things which kept teachers on red alert. Since the ‘incidents’ last year she had always been on special alert by the headmistress, automatically contacting parents when there was a disturbance. Her attention was re-drawn to the thin leaf of paper in her hands, and she saw it was a letter. She began to read

“I am writing to tell you a secret. It’s an awful secret that I only wish you’d known sooner. You are 14 now, and I was only a little older than you when I got pregnant. I couldn’t handle myself, never mind a child. I gave my beautiful baby girl up for adoption. A little while later I got diagnosed with bi-polar disease, a genetic disease which can be fatal. This is why I’m writing to you. You are my beautiful baby girl. I wish you were here with me, I really do. Please get in contact, I need to talk to you. Love Mum”

            Suddenly Emma heard footsteps on the stairs, and quickly swept the letters back into the dictionary. She stretched and returned the large book onto the shelf. She ran back to her room, wondering who this mysterious woman from the letter was. At 16 she felt she needed some more freedom, but having all sharp objects taken from her, and meals given to her at certain times every day she had about as much freedom as a caged canary.

            The ‘incidents’ had scared her parents into being the opposite of what they used to be. The party-going free-wheeling couple had ignored their 15 year old daughter to the extent where she would do anything to get the attention which she so desperately craved. She used to be ignored when she didn’t eat for months. Then her parents screamed and shouted until their voices were hoarse and their throats were raw. And then it all stopped. Two weeks in hospital and 6 pints of blood lost was all it took for her rebellious cool parents to turn into the quiet and demure servants, waiting on her hand and foot. And yet she still wasn’t happy. Whilst mulling things over in her mind, she drifted to sleep, the last thing on her mind the image of a young girl, pregnant and writing a letter.

            Two days later, Emma ventured again into her Mother’s bedroom. Father’s stuff had long been disposed of, thrown out because her Mother could not bear the memory of the runaway coward – the one who couldn’t handle the problems that had overcome the family. She reached for the dictionary, more carefully this time, and walked back to her room, reading the 2^nd to last letter in the pile.

“Dear Emma, I am writing, again. I know by the fact that you have not answered for over a year that it is of little importance what I write, yet I still continue. Why? Because otherwise there is no hope that you may return to me for a while... You are 16, and I am 30. It seems so young, so irresponsible, and yet I know that you are more responsible that I ever was. I have no idea how long I have left on this Earth, The disease grows stronger daily. Even though you do not write back I wish you would get tested, I would hate for this plague to befall anyone. I am leaving you this jumper. It was my mothers, and her mother’s before her. I am your mother, and it is only right that this should now be yours. All my love, Mum”

            Dear Emma? Thoughts reeling through her mind, Emma’s head was filled with conclusions and subjunctive worries, what may or may not have happened. This was common for her, to imagine every possible bad outcome to the situation, so as to avoid hurt or pain. She opened the last letter and read quickly, desperate to try and find out what was going on, not wanting to waste time and regress to the 1^st letters.

            “Dear Emma, I write to you from hospital. This may be the last chance, but as I look out my window at the settling snow” ... Emma looked out the window to see a thin layer of frost covering the hedges, and she imagined this woman... her Mother?... writing and looking at the same weather. “I think that I must at least beg for forgiveness. I had no right not to visit, but as your Mother assures me that you lead a healthy normal life I should not bother you with warnings of diseases and new ideas. All my love. Mum.”

            Emma was shaking violently now, as the realisation flooded her that her worst nightmares were verified. Her one constant, her Mother who had stayed strong where her weak father had left her, was not her Mother at all. Her craving for attention, the desire to remove all pain, the swaps from high to low and happy to abysmally sad, were not her choice but a disease which removed the control she thought she had.

            Curling up in a ball on her bed, Emma’s silent sobs echoed through her body but went no further than her skin, and she thrust her wrist into her mouth to stop the shrieks she could feel building. She bit down, hard, harder than she had ever bitten before, until she felt the skin break. The bitter iron liquid flooded her mouth, but she continued to bite as the hole in her body was a hole from which the bad things she had read flowed onto the sheets like a coursing river gushing through a break in the rocks. She felt herself drowning in the pain, and as her door opened, she blacked out. 

Developements

A little bit more sorted. Kind of. :)

Stress overload with stuff to do and people to see, and my sleepings gone again, but some things are cleared up.

When I see Sir Brocolli I still do a double take, and I like him when I see him. But the other day he asked if I wanted to meet up on monday morning (bank holiday) and I said I'd text him... and then I just... forgot. I guess that means Im not that bothered.

I saw CC and didnt go as far as I thought I might. We ran out of time annoyingly. We will go further soon though, my choice :)

M. Oh my giddy gods aunt. Heres where the confusion never ends. Today, she was with a group of friends, and a girl - lets call her Sarah - owed me money. I was doubling tonight for tomorrow, but because of the bank holiday I thought today was Tuesday in my mind. Therefore Thursday was 2 days away. Sarah was moaning so I told her that fine, Id double it on Thursday instead. She smiled and I left, thinking nothing of it. Suddenly she shouted, as she realised tomorrow is Thursday. I had just thought they would have thought I was being stupid, but they didnt... they thought I was being smart.

One of the girls said 'you sly cow' :P In a nice way and I laughed, and then as I left I heard M say "I love Sandy", in that way you do when someone makes you laugh. I overreacted but I swear I havent stopped smiling. Its such a little thing and I know its not meant as romantic but Oh my God!

Also, in class the other day we were talking about guys and girls and she said that if she could choose she would be a boy. I found this interesting... wonder if it could possibly mean something?

She chatted to me in science, laughing about me and my made up crush on a made up 24 year old. She made him up in biology, it was a laugh but Im so nervous around her!

Its weird, I just dont know. I have a feeling she suspects I like her. I just am so paranoid...

Meh well. Not much has really happened. Im behindish on Spanish and dying as my list of things to do pile up, but Ill get there.

Love
xxx

Cringe

Embarrassment - Whole new level. Ok so since going to 2nd (not a big deal) with CC Ive had a few people tease me (joke) at school. Im not upset, its just a laugh and I dont care. Except, today in science M comes up to me, bright red and acting embarrassed. She asks how I know CC and seems agitated, like she knows him. And then she was like... "last year, I was drunk... we were at this party" and all I could think was a) OMG she cant know him, b) He would have mentioned it and c) does that mean Ive been getting off with her when Ive been getting off with CC. And I swear to God that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
This scares me, it really does. I practically revolve my day around her, Ill do anything for her. Im selling food for a fundraiser and I dont do freebies for friends, best friends, anyone. And she comes in and asks for a freebie and I give her a sherbet stick. No questions asked, its just Im so enamored by her that I cant handle her being in the same room as me.

Also, still randomly stalking Sir Broccoli, because I am in lust with him. My friend summed it up :

Sir B is what I want, but CC is what I need.

What I dont understand is why I cant want what I need and need what I want. This blog scares me aswell by the way. The fact that if a friend found it they would know all my deepest darkest secrets mean I am at such risk. Its dangerous. Physically dangerous. Because if this was found... well I dont know what would happen. It would get spread, and printed, and found, and ...

You get my drift. I only hope anyone who knows me well enough to know the people in my stories love me as much as I love them and wouldnt publish it. Because I wouldnt be able to keep going if that happened.

Right, Im off. I finished my book (the one I wrote about) and the sense of satisfaction was immense. The next in the series will begin reading tomorrow :)

xxx

M

Right the majority of this post will be about M. The girl I like. Shes in a completely different social group, I dont speak to her. Its impossible that she could find this blog. Except...

Well I mention her alot. I saw her for the first time in 3 weeks today and my God shes stuning. Thing is, she came up and hugged me ( :o *scream* ) in front of loads of my friends and was being odd - asking me (I think sarcastically) to come and sleep over in London with her and go to partys with her. I mean, it was a joke on my part but I wonder if she suspects something.

Thing is, Im not gunna stop liking her because just imagine for a minute she liked me. I mean Im sure she doesnt, shes straight and I know it, but shes not a slag like most of her group and... and well my heart stops and I go red (and I mean proper red!) everytime she speaks to me. I remember every conversation, every joke, every laugh. She wrote me a not once, a kind of joke, and I still have it. That was ages ago. Shes just so... well shes so amazing.

Not much else to say really. 3 A*s in GCSE science :) Top mark in drama mock :D and okish mark in history :S Im lying to Dad and saying we havent done a maths test because I got a bad mark. I feel guilty but cest la vie.

Im so nervous about M. I dont know why shes... well why shes talking to me I suppose. Does she suspect me? Dear God, I love CC in a friends with benefits way. When I see Sir Brocolli Im in lust with him, I go all girly but it wont last forever. With M I dunno, its just... different. Its exciting and new and scary and...

I guess I just like things I cant have. I like teachers and 6th formers and girls in the wrong social group just because then its not my fault that I cant have them. Its like in Glee, when she likes the teacher. It because if he doesnt like her back she cant blame herself, she blames him and his wife and his job. Its not her fault. Thats the thing with me I think... I dont want to feel like Im not good enough so I pick people who wont make me wonder whats wrong with *me*.

Im really weird.

www.postpals.co.uk --- If you get a chance visit it and send a letter. Every little helps :)

xxx

Philophobia

Definition : The fear of loving, or being loved.


I discovered this and melted a little bit.

xxx

Stealing

Ive grown up with ample money, and Im not spoilt but I am very very lucky. My parents are sensible. If I say I want a top and I want it now because its pretty, I dont get it. If I find a top, try it on, check the price and make sure I really want it and not something else then normally I can have it :)
Because of this, Ive never even thought about theft. People laugh at me (nicely). "You too scared to nick something from Primark?!" ... but Im not too scared, I just dont see the point.
Dads been off work for ages now, and Mum only works a few hours a week. My school fees are bloody expensive and Im taking a £3500 trip to Borneo next year which I need to make the money for and if I dont they need to pay the difference.Obviously, money is a big thing on my mind at the moment.

The reason for all the build up is that I went to croydon with a friend yesterday. Fi. She goes on about her family being poor, but she does round the world cruises, new houses and she spent over £200 on our little trip. I spent £20 and borrowed some for lunch. I felt guilty. But the thing is, we went to House of Fraser to get some Jelly Beans. Little bag, no staff around. It would have been so easy just to put them in my bag and wander off. Its basically empty and there was no one on checkouts or watching out. We went to a clothes shop and it was so tempting just to slip a nice top in my bag. I honestly thought I was going to, it was only at the last minute I changed my mind, and I dont know how obvious that was...

It worries me that Id go against what I think is right and wrong so easily. ... I hope I can snap out of this.

Anyway, Ive had about 4 hours sleep in the last 48 hours (no exaggeration - promise) but I did manage to get that Spanish project and drama essay done. Go me.

Ah well, speak soon. Maybe. Ive been writing more recently. How odd. :)

Loves

xxx

Good Morning

Slightly odd due to the fact that its 3.30 and Ive spent the last hour trying to fix this bloody laptop and make it turn on. So. Whats happening?

Well one thing is that I am currently squished on a sofa with Fi on one end snoring (shes been asleep for about 4 hours to be fair). Ive watched friends, jonas and the boat that rocked. I feel very fat, we've had McDonalds. Shakeaway, Yo Sushi, Krispy Kreme, Ben&Jerrys, a pizza... and the list goes on.

Mind you, at out old school Fi was not very pretty, but now (and i say this regardless of sexual orientation) she is. Fit. Its weird, she has huge tits and a small waist, shorter but it suits her. Pretty face and cool hair, and I am immensly jealous. Whats quite nice though is that Im not attracted to her. I mean, I know shes hot and I definately would, but I dont like her like that. Odd. 

So I saw C today for a bit, with Fi. Very useful, because although we didnt do anything I think he might actually like me. Well, no but meh. I have worked out though that he knows B and Fi of all of my friends. B may try and steal him from me, I know she kind of likes him but i had bagsied him. Fi wont, and Im so glad she approves of him (so to speak) because it makes me more confident because of my appauling taste in guys.

I am too nervous to let him meet any of my other friends though. If Fi or B turned on the charms they could get him away from me easily, but I dont *think* they would. My other friends, some of whom are less confident around guys, are stunning. If they liked him they would have him from me in 20 seconds, I know it. So Im too scared. I mean, I tried on a dress today and it looked alright, among the other 10 that looked hideous. Me and Fi did that girly thing where you swap dresses and she looked awesome in it. Its so upsetting that Im alright. If I was *bad* then I could complain and not annoy people. If I was *good* then I wouldnt need to. But Im average. Just below it. Im not skinny or fat, im average. Im not pretty or ugly, Im average. Im not blonde or brunette, Im in the middle. Its awful!!! 

I dunno, I guess I do kind of like C. Which I didnt expect. Hes much more relationshippy than me and I still have a thing for Sir Broccoli. Grrrr I dont know why, I havent spoken to him in ages. Im so confused.

I thought I had my sleeping pattern sorted, but obviously not. Im just gunna have to improvise. And try and get some work done tomorrow once Fi has gone home. 

Love. xxx

PS. One point of interest. Went to Ann Summers today with Fi. Bloody hell its expensive! Im so broke, I cant afford Macdonalds at the moment, and yet Fi  has her card and spent hundreds today. Literally. Hundreds. Looking at everything from costumes to toys to lingerie, couldnt believe the price, but Oh I was tempted. It would be useful to have something...

anyway. Oh yeah, I finally got a condom from Fi. I want to go on the pill but Im too nervous with mum at the moment, Im not really in the mood for *deep chats*. At least Im prepared. To be honest, I feel so stupid. I like C but hes not in a hurry to lose it. and Sir Broccoli... well alright. He shotgunned my virginity. What the hell?! I know, it wasnt serious, purely joke, but I like the idea of him being my first. I think Id rather he was my first... but I dunno. Maybe I trust Callum more. 

I dont even know if either of them like me in any way shape or form. 

PPS. I dont know if you remember A (AP) my friend from the party we "crashed" but I still havent spoken to him. I miss him. Its really upsetting actually. 

Ok. Bye. At last.

xxx

PPPS. Why dont I have this energy and writing patience for GCSE drama?! 

zzzzzzzz

xxxxxxx

I hate Computers

Ok so I know this post is the epitome of irony but I have to make my point. Even though I am typing on a computer, sometimes something happens to make me remember just how much I hate them. Not shutting down or the blue screen of death or anything, but mainly stuff in real life. Reality. Shocker.

Here's what happened. Normally I spend all night on the computer. Exaggeration I hear you ask? Unfortunately no. From about 6pm to 3am (So 9 HOURS a day) Im on the computer. Not even studying, which would be useful. Im watching bbc iplayer, trawling through 200 pages of "failblog" and "graphjam"... even the voting pages. Tumblr and blogspots, reading about people who have as much spare time as me to write weird entrys.

Yesterday, I got tired, so I put down my laptop and picked up a book Mum had bought me the other day. 'Succubus Blues'. I read half way and then put it down. It was amazing. This sounds so corny but its so *nice* ti settle down with a book and forget facebook etc. I open facebook everytime I walk into my room. That is alot of times. 9 times out of 10, nothing changes. Go me. And my social life.

Obviousley, I know computers are great for working, and the occasional movie or catch up with mates, but I am going to try to avoid it a bit more. Its just so annoying!

Nothing particularly interesting has happened recently. I passed Grade 5 cornet. Go me. I have 3 days before going back to school and need to do a Spanish project and a Drama essay. And I have friends over all today and tomorrow. Oops.

Lovelife wise, (isnt it funny how we call it a lovelife and yet I refuse to fall in love) nothing much. Me and CC got a bit closer (in all respects) but havent spoken to JH. Its been a weird holiday not seeing M, but probably good for me. I stalk her on facebook sometimes though. Just the pictures. Wow.

Meh, alright. Im off to Croydon to meet a friend now :) Will write soon. Probably. Well no, lets face it, I probably wont as usual, but Ill pretend I mean to.

Love :)

Me in a better mood xxx

My love life is a supermarket shop

Ok. So its like Im in a supermarket... now imagine crunchies (chocolate) were no longer sold. They are never made and you cant get one. Yeah? Right. M is a crunchie. You go into the supermarket, see some random chocolate, fancy a crunchie, know its not gunna happen. Dont get me wrong, you can want a crunchie,
but you cannot get it. Then theres the JS and HD and DS, on the shelf as you walk in on buy one get one free, and the reason theyre on bogof is because they are easy to make, mass produced and nobody really wants them. They go in the fridge and stay clingy and overprotective when you try other food. But thats ok
too. The problem is Brocolli. JH. Brocolli is sitting on the top shelf, the one you cant reach normally but if you climb on the mini slippery railings you can just about grab it. If you fall off the railings whilst trying to reach it then you get hurt, and if you drop it and someone else picks it up when you are climbing down, you've lost it for good. But brocolli is so tempting, and so cool, that it seems worth it. The question is... is it?

Brocolli spoke to me today, friendly, out of the blue, and I just about died. I went weak at the knees, was in a good mood for the night and was dancing round my room. I have not felt like this for about 8 years, since my 1st crush asked me out. Since then Ive been on autopilot. Some relationships have been good, some bad, but I havent felt like this. Even when I hugged M for a while, I was in a good mood and so excited but you know nothings gunna happen so you leave it. With Brocolli something could. and I cant beileve Im falling for him. He tripped me up so I fell. Im going to get hurt, I can tell. xxx

Poems.

Oh by the way. Im pissed off at myself. Everytime I have an idea for a poem I lose the incentive to write it. WHATS WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?

:S xxxxxxxxx

Its Back

And by "It" I mean Me.

Hola. Que tal? On which note I mention that Im pretty sure I just failed ANOTHER Spanish GCSE oral. Yesterday. I was upsetish but when I got back with my friends I broke down. Vicky and Olivia saved me though, which was nice of them.
I hugged M today! Was in that mood where your innabhitions go, and OH my God. 3 second hug, but she hugged me back, and I swear to God my Drama Mock went right downhill because I spent the duration of the exam staring at her. Everytime she coughs, she puts down her pen, coughs, looks around nervously, picks up the pen, chews it, and then starts writing. Its so cute, andI really shouldnt say that because its stalkerish!
Yep, Mock week this week. Ill post my results after Easter, I break up on Friday! Cant wait! Also means some alone time with Vicky. Not in a dirty way or like way, but just that I havent spent any time with my 'best friend' recently. Her and Livvy or Her and Tori are always running off without me, and its getting to me more that I let on. Their game : The stair race, involves them racing from the dorms to the lunch room, which is a 2 minute walk. I wait for them and we leave the room together and then they race and I have to walk the rest of the way by myself. Also, Vix isnt sticking up for me, which i find really upsetting.

I dont know if i wrote about JH last time. JS the guy who liked me asked me out. I said kind of. It sounds wierd, but I love him as a friend but not more, so I just said we should meet up but not date. I was as nce as possible. JH is the 18 yr old I like, and he likes me, but we have a VERY open relationship. We went to 2nd the other day, in an empty park in the cold at 7 am. We havent spoken since, just because we havent had the chance. I still really miss A, and hadnt seen C for ages until last weekend, where I saw him for  bit on Sunday. Nothing happened, but it was fun. We spoke about gay and bi and stuff like that. Im much more open than he is, and im pretty sure he knows. Hes the only person whos asked me outright if Im bisexual. I think everyone else is too scared to know the truth to be honest.

Im quite tired, but I havent got much to do. Im failing languages except english, and got an A in drama. That sounds amazing but I was upset, because people in my group got A*s and I thought I deserved one. I sound like a spoilt brat but... still.

I feel very fat, and just reading this I hate myself for saying it, but I can see it. The bulge of a large stomach and the fact that I havent got my 'nightly exercise' (yeah... worse than it sounds) for a week because of monthly timings mean i havent lost anything either. Everytime I try not to eat I end up eating more than anyone else :S Its most upsetting.

Im going to have a little listen to my ipod now but its unbelievable how long this M thing has carried on. Even if it were a guy I dont think a 4 year unrequited secret crush is normal somehow...

meh.
ly xxxx

Coming Out

1 more post!

NO I haven't come out officially, don't get your hopes up. However. I have dropped many hints and I think people are pretty sure. I'm not denying being bisexual when people ask, but Im not confirming. As one of my best friends said : "I'm not going to ask because until you say yes I can pretend you're straight".   I like that. My dad knows I think, he keeps making references to : 'My future husband... or wife' which I think is a sign that he's got the picture because I didn't want to shock him. My mum is 100% sure Im not gay but I think she has an idea that Im bi. So do most of my friends.

Im still in love with a girl in my year "M" and Im not too scared about giving away a hint because if anyone I know found this blog I doubt they would focus on that when my whole life's secrets are revealed here.

Ages ago in truth or dare I told Vicky about "M" but really underexxagurated it, saying it had been a 10 second crush in year 7. However, shes not stupid. She's seen me looking at M and she must have noticed that I always defend her and worry about if she's ok when shes upset more than anyone else in her friendship group. Mind you, I dont hear about M getting with many guys or sleeping with guys for the sake of it, so maybe there's a chance...?

Ah well, spanish test at 8am 2morrow morning. Wish me luck :S xxxxxx

Hate is a strong word

Not as depressed as this poem seems, just read this saying and thought of a poem. Not my best but...




Hate is a strong word.
Its used to hurt
And used to abuse
And used to ruin someones day
And make the good times go away
And cure laughter
And wreck smiles
And break friendships
And strenghten enemies.
It stays with someone for ever.
Hate is a strong word.
Thats why im using it.

I liked the saying at the end. xxx

Update ... Happy New Year!!!

Hey people.... person... myself.

Hows your life? Mine's better since my last update! :D We've had a new year and oh dear Lord what a new year it was. I've just checked, my last post was 1st December and I was very upset. Since then I've had my birthday, christmas, new year, ups and downs. I haven't got the guts to read my last update so here is a new post with everything that happened since in :

December 5th
Accidently gate crashed a party of a girl in the year above, got off with a drunk 17 year old and found out that one of my best male friends liked me but didn't think I liked him.

December 6th
Got off with the guy who liked me (Lets call him "C"), found out that a girl that hates me is in love with him as is another of my friends.

December 11th
Birthday!!! good day, all my friends waiting for me and evening meal with parents.

Cant remember much of december but xmas was good, lots of clothes and prezzies, too much chocolate :D

New Years : Fun

SnowDays

Got off with "C" a couple more times, oops. I do like him but it's too complicated. I think.

Random :

In the meantime I've made another boy "J" fall in love with me.
My ex boyfriend from a couple of years ago is stalking me. Lets call him "H". He facebook stalks me and keeps showing up when I'm around.
I miss one of the guys "A" that I used to be friends with and he's not really talking to me since the year 11 December 6th incident.

Last Weekend :
Went through a very depressed phase but didnt have laptop so couldn't write about it. Felt a bit like a worthless slut but Ive now found out it could have been pms... :S oops. Got a lot of sympathy though which was nice.

Last Week:

Everyone thought I had this winter flu thing but Im not sure I did. I threw up a couple of times and was going from hot to cold but it wasnt that bad, I couldnt face school after my depressed stage though so I left for the week. Probably not the best idea with all the catch up Ive got to do but it was useful that I got a break.
Last Night :

Went to Becky's with Alice, Becky's boyfriend and "H". See what I mean?!   They left at 6 and Me Bex and her little bro had a meal while her parents were out. 10 oclock "H" turns up claiming to have been beaten up. Covered in cuts and cigarette burns in his pocket. Says he was at the station and they've had him for hours but we know for a fact that he had been taken home. Packet of cigarettes in his pocket that wasnt there before (self harm...?). Dad thinks he was high and "H" broke Mums car accidently. Parents dont like "H".

NOW:
Tired. Feeling a bit sick after too much food and chocolate. Feeling very fat with my parents making fat comments and eaten so much. Got a proper tummy now which sticks out and I cant push in. I want to work it off but I have lost my self control because of tiredness. Wrote a poem based on a quote which I'll publish in a new post in a min. Generally odd time but I do miss this blog and will update more now. Its been 2 months. Sorry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx