His Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I don’t know what his problem is. I mean one second you talk to me, then you don’t. One second, were friends, then strangers. Argh, its so frustrating. I’ve tried unlocking the power to read minds, couple hours of my life completely wasted.  I’m not sure if he likes me or doesn’t. Why can’t they be clear and just say it for crying out loud. 

It’s actually like I’m invisible at times, see through or something. Does he like me or not? Simple… apparently not. Oh, he does the usual, flirt with me, then ditch me like his dog or something. Like I’m a piece of trash. I just don’t get it…

He’s not shy, so if he’d like me wouldn’t he say something. I’m not obsessing, don’t worry. But if you saw him, really say him… His eyes, his hair, his everything. Look, if you saw him, you’d understand. In fact, you’d do the same.

Argh, its so fugging confusing  Talk one day, then ignore the next. You know what, I play him at his own game. You ignore me for a day and I’ll ignore you for a week.

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OMG!!!

OMG Jess you won't believe what's just happened. I was on my way home when I saw my future husband, aka Chris! I was like OMG, I started freaking out and everything. He actually send Hi to me, OMG! It was toat's shamazing! He told me some joke about the boys at school so I ALOL, actually laughing out loud. I was like soooooo embrassing. Here's the best bit, he like totally asked me out tomozz. We started talking about the movies at the cinema and I was like totally blabbering. I was talking about Math an Crap so B4 I recked it all, I was like G2G and I was like TTYL,
Argh, I wish I talked more.

Evil Step Mother

There's no way he's getting married to her. No way. No one can replace mum, no one. I won't it happen, I'll do anything I have to before I see her walk down the aisle to wed my dad. She's evil, she's actually evil! What kind of normal human being grounds you for eating to much, or watching too much TV. Dad just goes along with it, like he doesn't even care anymore. We used to go the park and play chess. I never let him win. They say boys like their Mum better, I did. Until she left. Dad and I, we just barely got by. Then he got a better job and so did I. It was going great, the most fun we'd had since she left. We'd arm wrestle and watch the games together. Then the evil step mother arrived, all smiley at first. Then the tiniest thing I did wrong, she'd scream. Dad says she just want me to grow up better. I know otherwise. She wants me dead, and if walks down that aisle. I might as well be.

Train Journey From Hell

Just got off the train. Nine hour journey too. You'd think it was from Scotland to London but no, London to Liverpool. A supposed three hour journey, psshhh. Six times we switched trains., SIX TIMES!! Then we toke a coach the rest of the way. I was just about to sit down and read my gripping book then the driver announces 'those going to Liverpool need to swap trains immediately'
I went mad. That wasn't it though. It was practically ten minutes a journey. Then running for the next train that happened to be packed with screaming children, old men and women that I had to stand up for and men in black. Argh. Then I got out ma cookie, my tummy had been rumbling for hours, then we had to switch again! I was on the edge of killing the next person that talked to me. If that wasn't bad enough we missed the next train that I ran for, with my asthma pump deep in my luggage. I nearly died. Then I needed the toilet  when we were in the middle of no where. I wanted to scream and cry and shout, lucky for the civilians near me, a train came in the next twenty minutes. However, we then had to switch AGAIN after three stops. So we swap, for the last time. Phew. Don't get happy yet (Name). We sat in the train for an hour due to 'flooding' with no information whatsoever. Lucky for me I had my book. Not for long! We swapped AGAIN.

Rest In Peace

She was my best friend. We shared everything, sometimes even crushes(nervous laugh).I loved her like a sister. In fact, I still do. This one time, we had a huge argument about who got to have 'Jamie' one of our crushes. In the end she got him, as usual but I was happy for her. She got all the boys cause she was so memorizing, beautiful from every angle. I miss her everyday, every hour, every minute and every second since she left us. She's looking down on us thinking 'Why you let her speak at my funeral?' Probably worried I'll say something stupid. Well, I didn't say it often, but Lola Hartfield, I love you. You'll be forever in my heart, You'r my best friend. Rest In Peace.

'Merry' Christmas

Why does no one understand get me? Today I received a pair of old woman shoes from mum. I tried my best to look happy but I failed, miserably. She defiantly noticed the forced smile, and the tense muscles and my eyes widening. The forced 'I love them mum'. I feel guilty, I mean she's only trying to be involved. But still, if you saw them. (shaking the image out of her head) My older sister got me bright pink tracksuit with 'diamonds' and sparkles that you would notice from Australia. I do not wear pink full stop. Let alone vajazzled track suits. Ugh. Then dad gets me a arsenal football. One, I hate Arsenal  its all about Man U. Two, I may not be a girly girl with the make up and the pink but I am NOT a tom-boy. I hate football, I just happen to see Man U playing and boy, their good. Footballer's get paid more than the PM and all they do as kick a ball around for ninety minutes. Not that I could do that. It was supposed to be a nice Christmas.