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drunk drunk drunk drunk waheyyy!!! oh blimey. well this holiday has been so good, ahhhhhhhhhhh, in some ways i don't wanna go back, oh in many many ways. but oh, then i think...time away isn't that bad, and it makes me appreciate things here more...
the louis. haven't seen a violent night down there all holiday. been good to see tho all isn't the same, it's still similar. having the car, so whenever i want i can just go and see stu. or just going for random drives with my music blarin...i don't do it a lot, u kno, the environment an all, shouldn't be usin fuel. but a lot of the time, if i have time i take the longest possible route to places just to spend longer in my car. like taking a route through dover to get to folkestone, that sort of thing. and my mum. i love my dad, i do, but it just feels like he doesn't have the same sense of humour as me...or maybe it's too similar, we both take things to heart that weren't really meant to be. but oh, i love and miss my mum. becky, liz. claire down the road, simon just a lil further, linz just a lil further than that. miss chris l, glad i tried to make up with him, just worry it's not enough. i'm really horrible to people i really am, just try too hard to be funny rather than nice, it's not fair. all i wanna do is be nice, but it's too hard, cuz people walk all over me when i'm too nice...so i'm acared. ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
anyways, i'm happy really. just little niggly things make me wanna change. a lot. in conclusion, i want to be good and nice, and nothing but sweet. but i'm scared to. night night.
the louis. haven't seen a violent night down there all holiday. been good to see tho all isn't the same, it's still similar. having the car, so whenever i want i can just go and see stu. or just going for random drives with my music blarin...i don't do it a lot, u kno, the environment an all, shouldn't be usin fuel. but a lot of the time, if i have time i take the longest possible route to places just to spend longer in my car. like taking a route through dover to get to folkestone, that sort of thing. and my mum. i love my dad, i do, but it just feels like he doesn't have the same sense of humour as me...or maybe it's too similar, we both take things to heart that weren't really meant to be. but oh, i love and miss my mum. becky, liz. claire down the road, simon just a lil further, linz just a lil further than that. miss chris l, glad i tried to make up with him, just worry it's not enough. i'm really horrible to people i really am, just try too hard to be funny rather than nice, it's not fair. all i wanna do is be nice, but it's too hard, cuz people walk all over me when i'm too nice...so i'm acared. ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
anyways, i'm happy really. just little niggly things make me wanna change. a lot. in conclusion, i want to be good and nice, and nothing but sweet. but i'm scared to. night night.