You’re The Voice Inside My Head, The One That Keeps Me Breathing

I want to go to the river. This year we apparently aren’t going and that killed when mum told me.

Mum took me shopping. I wanted to blow my savings. But I didn’t. I bought a diary, a pencil case and a calendar. 30 dollars all up.

All I really want to do is watch Camp Rock. ButI’m watching this shitty movie, its really okay, but its full of typical teen shit. She gets used, she has a pregnancy scare, her boyfriend dies. Blah blah blah. Oh, there’s a lot of surfing too, I suppose that’s the Australian influence on the film. Oh wait, now the girls are surfing. All the guys were like ‘Oi, fuck off, chick’s don’t surf!’… They’re doing it, cause hey, the were sluts and now they want to be respected again. Yay! It’s over.

I have to go somewhere I really don’t want to tonight.

I’m going to buy a hermit crab tomorrow. Even though I though I don’t sleep well and noises (like shell’s scraping around) will scare the fuck out of me I want a pet. My pet. That I’ll look after. All mine.

Over and out.