its quarter to six and im still in my uniform.
it doesent take much to climb a few stairs and slip on some jeans and a shirt yet it seems an incomprehensible task.
to top it all of its fireworks night. meaning i spent most of my school hours being asked 'so where are you going tonight?' and lieing about some display with my family or hoping for an appealing invite. no- im staying at home and attemping to ignore the mocking bangs and crackles of the nieghbours impressive fireworks [probli cost them an OBSCENE amount of money] and im guessing the only reason there doing it is to show off there like 80 they cant possibly injoy it!

though my mum bought home a box of pyrotechnics that she got for the reduced price of a tenner, and seemed more then slightly irratated when i dident go ape over them. am i supposed to get excited over playing with what is essiantaily sparkely explossives, and should a parent expect me too? either way it seems we will be holding what will no dought be a lifethreatening display. hmmm what fist the 'night devil'? or the 'centurian eclypse'? i guesse its a choice between 1st and 2nd degree burns.

its not all bad though, i happen to LOVE sparkelers. aahhhh the never ending amusement of futile attemps at writing your name with a flaming stick...

before i give you an honest insight into the workings of my teenage mind i figure i should tell you a few facts. honestys is always the best pollicy...

. im 14
.my parents divorced when i was six
.i have a 'rocky' at best relationship with my mother
.i have a superioty complex even though i also have low self-esteem ['i wish people could see how great i am, untill then il hang my head in shame..']
.im head over hills in love with a guy that could end up being my step brother, not only that but his three years younger then me [EWW]
.i bitch about my friends, even though i love them to pieces
.my mum has a stressful job AND realationship issues- she takes her aggression out on me
.im middle class but still feel asthough i have too little
.i have commitment issues and a fear of rejection
.it may sound like im complaining or that i hate my life ect.ect. but im actualy a pretty happy person
.alice issent my real name

im going to use this blog as a means telling everyone everything, im not going to hold back, im going to confess EVERYTHING.