Peaches.

i hate alot of things. i hate you. i hate everyone. nowadays all everyone does is copy others. i dont understand why. so i have now became a shell. you can call me shell if you like. or even sheldon. nothing makes sense anymore. i want fiona to come home, fiona, my sister. i hate the rest of my family. everyones leaving me & i dont want them too. i love everyone of my friends. i dont care if you have more or less than me, cause i know i have a fair few good ones that would do a lot for me, alot, but not everything, no one could do everything for you thats just twatish if you think that.i like the word cunt. if im optimistic stuff works out. im never optimistic. im a twat & have wasted my time at school, its now reflecting back, i need to turn stuff around. i dont want to be like some spod working in primark with 20 kids hanging on to them.i want to actually do something. ive gone passed careing what you think of me, & im not going to spend my time apologizing to you, just fucking get on with your life other than dwelling on what people have said. i realise this is getting long & i dont care. i want to be individual, BUT THATS FUCKING HARD WHEN EVERYONE STEALS EVERYTHING FOR EVERY CUNT GOING. ackkk, i like the weekends. i hate liers, just deal with consequences, learn & move on, its that simple. i dont spend all my money in topshop anymore, whats the point, all my money is wasted on the bus driver that makes me pay adult fares & gig tickets. i have too many clothes, so many infact my wadrobe has fallen to bits & everything is always all over the floor, deal with it everyone else does. just find me in town, ill be there. so yeah, im not so much a shell, i just want to be. that will be all.