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Second Day of PMSing.
I blame the school.

There aren't many 15 year olds
out there who manage to blog effectively.

There are even less 15 year olds who can
actually type proper letters to form proper words.
Forming proper sentences are an entirely different world.

Which is why I'm so incredibly shit out of my brains
tired and bored.
There are a lack of teenage blogs for me to read.

Well, there are always the ones that bitch about,
friends, family and everything else under the sun.
There're also the ones that are like this,
angsty and bitchy.

And well, my head hurts.
And it's hard being angsty,bitchy with your head hurting like this.
It's much more easy to just go,
fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,life fucking sucks,fuck,fuck,what the fuck, I hate this, bloody fuck.
And oh... Bloody fuck.

Life Sucks, I'd say bloody fuck.
But that would be uncharacteristic,
so then I wouldn't say bloody fuck.

But when the clock strikes twelve and
my head starts hurting, I simply can't
help but exclaim "Bloody Fuck!"

What is wrong, I don't know.
Why am I pretending?
Say it isn't so. But when the clock comes round
and I hear the ticking sound, it just comes back to me.

The word, that simple expression,
that expression of Bloody fuck?
Why am I pretending, I don't know.

I could be high,
this could be a new low?
I'm too young, drugs are a no go.
But then how could I sink so low,
trust me I'm only 15 and the world remains unseen,
I'm bloody broke and I've got nothing for that, to show.

All I know,
is that I'm left alone with my new friend,
my friend who won't abandon me,
I hope.
Well, if he goes, I can still call
out his name, Bloody Fuck.
And hope he will come back,
cause he's supposed to be my friend,
bloody fuck.
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Reflection:
I've just realized how unfriendly this blog seems.
And how over used this template is.
Oh well, when it started out, it seemed fun.
When I started out it seemed nice.

I was thinking maybe I'd revamp this blog,
you know, add some pink lift off the black facade,
change the intro into something happier.
Why, I could even have the Barney song as an introduction?

Maybe I'd even reform, be less cynical and jaded,
blog about how my ass is too small,
cry about how I can't any,
and dissappear in a puddle of self pity?
Eh, what do you think?

Quoi, I must change the template.
It's gotten so bloody over used.