Tonight, but not as in West Side Story
Dear Kitty, Would anyone who has read the previous journal entry please ignore it. Damn 'unrequited love' as I so poetically put it; I don't care. I couldn't give, to coin a phrase, a flying monkey's brass left ball about that stupid, stupid Fraser D (buggering, irritating, winner of the 'World's Biggest Twat' award for the past fifteen years...) Or his stupid friends; SatNav (world's second biggest twat), Samson (world's third biggest twat since yesterday after Open House)... Even though now I've written their names they'll find me and read all this. But still, I really couldn't care less. They're all being bastards (scuse my French). Why do I even bother with him? I don't know. I'm just going to give up with him. I know he'll never like me as anything more than a friend...although, considering tonight, he doesn't even count me as that. I just wish that he'd be...considerate?...nice?...open? I really don't know. Why am I letting him take over my blog anyway? I'll write about something else. I've been listening to the most amazing music; it's from a random anime called 'Blood+'. It sounds interesting. And the music is incredible; Fraser showed it to me during Drama on Friday. Oh great, I mentioned him again...I can't do this. Why don't I just go and cut myself now? I could do...No, I can't. Mum and Dad are coming up tomorrow. If I do it at all, it has to be after I see them. They think I've stopped, as does my housemistress, but I haven't. I stopped for a bit. Then it all got too much, and I had to...vent? I don't know. And I'm sick of trying to be nice to Tom. He's definitely the runner up to 'World's Biggest Twat'. Josh, Isla and Charly are the nicest people I know. I hope they never change. Like Lexie did. I think I might just not go to the road tomorrow; I'm just going to be upset again.I have to go; Cathy wants to sleep.I love you very much, From FranoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxP.S. Still a very, very long time, but...I don't know if I can take this.P.P.S. Someone help. Please.
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