reject_punk_rocker

death notes
2002-12-04 17:09:29 (UTC)

I dont need help

Somthing bad happend again today. The lil bastard from yr
7 grassed me up about the 'weed' and the germans.
Apparently Iv been dealing, what utter bull. If I did, I
wouldent give it to germans, of all people So I was in
detention all break/dinner, and I'm having a shitload of
talks with all these teacher tomorrow.

I had counciling again today. With the sweet as guy from
the boys school next door. he sat me down, and asked me to
explain everything that botherd me. Like talking to some
strangers gonna help? he then asked about my wrists. Damn
I wish people would just forget about it. She made me
explain the whole june the 3rd again. Where I was found in
a bath of blood, half dead. Or should I say quarter dead.
Its none of that guys buisnes, bunch of perverts, the lot
of them.

As you can see, school was shit, once again. I was
seriously tempeted to just, walk out. I missed most of ym
afternoon lessons because of the band which was sweet
shit.

I learnt this new welsh phrase aswell, in choir. 'Baw are
plat' = shit on a stick.

Kez xx




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