miracale.

you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. Nick Roberts. my type of miracale.

i found you.

i did it. i found that one guy i can count on to keep me happy. i found you, you, you.

believe who?

i'm going to bring a lie detector to school and get the truth. find out who's bullshitting and making this situation worse than it needs to be. i don't want to loose you, but it's hard to not listen to everything i'm getting told by different people. it's really hard to choose who to believe. i just want to leave it and let it fade away.

arsehole.

so who runs things in this house? not you. so stop acting all bos and grow the fuck up. you say i can't do things, rohan can't do things, you even say mum can't do some things. it's pathetic. you don't own us. you can't do shit. you make me do the dishes every night. you make me do all your chores so you can sit and look at your porn shit and have a fat wank over it. it's disgusting. you're fat. you eat so sickly i could throw up. sitting next to you while you eat is off putting. you breathe so heavily and literally "dive-in" to your food. you look at me and all my friends. that's the closest you are ever going to get close to young girls. you fuck me off. stop being lazy. stop acting hard. stop being pathetic and fucking leave this family alone.

24th of march, 2010.

walking from travel and tourism to maths i see Raegan run towards me with you. i was kind of nervous, yes. Raegan spoke to me. all conversations ended. i was about to go to class. you turned to Raegan and asked how to do it. i stood there wondering what on earth do you want to do? the very words came out of your mouth "summer? peace?" i smiled and we ran 40cm for a hug. the biggest hug i've ever had. i cried. i waited so long for that moment. it wasn't the sorry i was looking for, but you still did it. thank you. i still love you Samara Wright.

what makes me cry.

i miss the old days. everything was so happy and okay. now it's messed up and i cry a lot. i feel ugly and fat. i feel worthless. i feel lonely. i'm sick of it. i want to change myself. one way or another. i just wish i could, honestly.

jealous.

i want to be pretty. i want to take good photos. i want to have a happy life. i want to be able to talk to people. i want to say what i want to everyone. i want to live in another house. i want the latest clothes and shoes. i want parents who care for me. i want to be near my dad so i can say goodbye to him. i want a lot of things. but i don't think i will get them any time soon.