This diary was a snapshot of a teenage boy in one of the most unhappy parts of his life. Thankfully, when that boy had stopped updating the diary, he was already through the worst of it ( Read more... )

I'm going to Bristol University in slightly over a month. This involves moving about 100 miles. Hooray. I think. Wait shit. I dunno.

Anyhow change afoot.

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Life's good. I don't update much when it is, even though I lurk some. I only tend to write to moan, really.

Vicky: I'm still reading. Dusty: stop being so interesting so I can stop stalking you. Other people: uhh you're interesting too probably in some sort of low key way. Or you don't write much. Cunts.

doo-doo-DOOOOO-doo... SCIENCE!

Ever have one of those days where nothing particularly 'happens' but you feel great anyway?

Hmmm.

Cricket is brilliant.

Just killed most of my entries. Kept just a few that were important or that made me smile or remember things I'd forgotten.

Most of them were mercy killings. I should read things after I put them onto the internet, they were all boring and full of shit. Like most journals?

Might not post much nomore. Even less, anyway.

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