Hey lookie!

So I was rummaging through my shelves when all of a sudden THIS BOOK popped out at me.
And I was like: "Hey look, its my old rant journal before I had a blog :O"

I was like, Fourteen when I wrote it, and I thought I should share some of my thoughts from back in the days.
Let's just say: I haven't changed much xD

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Page ONE:

Hi.
I am writing to you to tell you about random stuff in my life. This book is weird and I advise you to return it before you die of reading too much crap from it.


I will never publish it.
Ever.

 By the way, the pen I am writing with is REALLY ANNOYING!!

It is half broken.
I shall find another.

Just wait.

...

That's better.
Now on with it.
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Page TWO

MY GAY LIFE

First of all-my life sucks.

It revolves around counting calories in food, exercising, cleaning, reading magazines, drawing, playing guitar and surfing. The web. Not the ocean. I am petrified of the ocean.

Second, why I am I writing this CRAP?

Answer: Because there is NOTHING else to do, and I am trying not to eat.

I has a family, but they seemed to be obsessed with the TV, and I don’t know why because there is NOTHING on and we don’t have Sky. Great.

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The next few pages are filled with sketches.

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Okay Wait.

Okay, I’ back, with an 8B (MAGIC) pencil, instead of a 6B.

But I really need a pen.

Hold on

…

That’s better [is writing in pen]

I’m sorry I’m random. It’s not my fault. Blame the parents.

Everyone’s in a mood today, especially me. But it’s more of a “I’m tired, give me space” kind of mood.

Meh.

Geez, I'm so lonered.

Ow, my hand hurts.

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PAGE IVE LOST COUNT DAMMIT

Ugh. My parents think that they know everything.

“Oh, having crackers after dinner is not good for you” they say

“Well at least I didn’t pig out on ¾ of a banana cake like SOME PEOPLE* I know”

I say.

They say nothing. And I know that they know that they got the chop. So there.

So I start doing press-ups.

“Do you really think that you’ll be able to have a normal life living like that?”

They say.

“Doing what?”

I say.

“Eating crackers for dinner and then doing exercise to burn it all off?”

They say.

“What, so It’s a CRIME to do press-ups?”

I say.

And they say nothing.

Chop.

This is a totally normal conversation in my humble household.

This is why I like to escape into room, listening to music loud to annoy the crap out of my parents.

They’ve learned not to disturb me c:<

Anyway, they’re blaming me for exercising whilst they’re watching TV. Ugly Betty to be exact.

Couch potatoes much?

Yes.

I knew you’d agree

*my parents ate the cake.

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 [Back to Inspiration Kill]

Theres more, but I'll type it up later.

It's 10:00 pm on a freaking Sunday.

WHERE DO THE WEEKENDS GO TO???

>.<