Swell... NOT!

The awkward moment when you're sat in the school library, surrounded by people you don't know.

Sometimes I just wish that I wasn't at school anymore, I hate crowded places, my claustrophobia doesn't help matters much!!!!

Anyways, on to the subject at hand. I met 4 new people in the space of a week, one of them I now consider a really good friend. I don't know what to make of them, though. I feel like they like me but I'm paranoid that they talk about me behind my back. I hate it when people can't say something to my face, it's pointless... I mean, who would actually care enough about random bitchery to actually want to join in? Answer: OTHER BITCHES AND GOSSIP MONGERERS!

Also, I really am not in the mood for pissy people right now. I had an explosion at my Step-Mother at the weekend. She started patronizing me so I called her a patronizing bitch. She then walked off so I told her running away wasn't the answer and she shouted abuse at me. I shouted back and then ran off down the road of our country village. I'm not interested in sympathy but that is all I seem to get from my Dad. He can shove himselof up his own arse for all I care now. It just pisses me off how he thinks he can just pick at me one second and be the doting and caring father, two seconds later. YOU CAN'T BE BOTH!