I know, there's some spazzy boy in my tutor who always does that when whatever's happened was so obviously his fault! God i hate that guy!

Teachers aren't too bad... a bit thick sometimes, but at least they don't try to get inside my head. My Latin teacher's great though! She's into History and English and Ancient Civilisation, books and rock music... she's cool. That word doesn't apply to most teachers i know! i lent her a book the other day and she plays trumpet in the school band and she's just like, you know, the only teacher who i feel like i'm friends with as well as a pupil of, which is nice.

My parents, on the other hand... They don't really get me, and usually it seems as if they don't really try... although that's better than when they try to understand me. I hate it.

I always feel like i'm deliberately wasting my potential... You know, i don't know why... I guess ever since i was really little i've always wanted to do things my own way.

Whenever i got a new board game, or a doll house that needed assembling, or anything like that, i never ever looked at the instructions. I always worked it out on my own. And even if things didn't go quite to plan, i always got it right in the end.

I get the impression that that's going to the story of my life! I mean, i excel at most subjects (yeah, and i'm modest too!), i'm an alright person - although i wouldn't really call myself a good person - but i insist on following up my music.

I can't quite explain what i mean... it's almost as if i know most people would look at me with a deep set scowl on their faces if they knew what i could do and yet what i insist on aspiring to. i think people deem it not good enough for me. I despise that! I'm smart, but no way am i Einstein! I feel like i'm always being pushed into a normal, monotonous life. That's not what i want.

Jesus Christ, I write a lot! And that's not the half of it!