what do you people want from me?
I’m 15 ferchrissakes. AND THESE PEOPLE ARE NOTHING TO DO WITH ME!
Yeah she was in my class. Yeah, I hated those #teammontague boys for being so rilly rilly ridiculously goood looking etc. I’ll even admit to wanting to see them die - which ended up being not the floorshow I imagined in my head but never mind.
[boring, no? where’s the f***ing drama? where’s the poetry? why didn’t we see the BLOOD?! f***ing killjoys ;-)]
but the important thing here is: I GOT A KISS TICKET!!! and because they shut the schools today (we’re all meant to be in shock or sumthing) i’ve got all day to get to London.
I’ve never hitchhiked before. Nan’s a bit worried I’m going to get picked up by some perv. But can’t wait to get out of here. You’ve seen what happens to teenagers in this town. It’s a f***ing morgue. I’m outta here.
wot u kno u kno. ‘nuff said.
