"What did I do that you can't seem to want me?"

"What did I do that you can't seem to want me?
And why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be...

...walking by?"

Good night, mes amies...

Stuff

The first thing that happened this morning is Kara stopping me in the corridor. She told me how much she liked the piece of writing I had in the school magazine. I was surprised, firstly because she read it, secondly because she knew who I am, and thirdly... well, do I need a thirdly?

Writing is the recurring theme. Just had English, in the sunlit room upstairs. I do like the sunlight and how it shines directly on my desk, but it does make it hard for me to think clearly. We had to write a letter about something we felt strongly about. For twenty minutes, I just sat there. I couldn't think of anything. Finally, I picked homophobia as my topic, but I didn't write very well. Only just made it to two sides, and it's all confused raven-rambling. I can never think straight when I have to. Exams are another prime example.

Mrs Williams is in the other computer room, so I've had to come into the quiet one. SHe's teaching IT to the thirds, something I find it hard to get my head round. She's a bloody Chemistry teacher. And she's teaching them how to make fucking websites. We were never taught to do that... although, when I mentioned that to Becca, she reminded me that when we were thirds, the computers were ten-year-old Apple Macs, and the internet hadn't been invented yet. Well, not quite. It had been invented, and I had it at home, but very few people did. And I'd never even heard of HTML. Not that the thirds are using HTML. They're using Frontpage. Whoop. I don't like listening on their lessons. They make me feel old.

History next. Nothing like it for making you feel old.

"PANIC"

"And you're my obsession,
I love you to the bones,
And Ana wrecks your life,
Like an anorexia life."

Forgot how much I adored Ana's song, particularly the acoustic version that I had on Silverchair's best-of. Of course, I haven't got that CD here. In fact:

_detroit. Give me back that fucking CD. You've had it for a year and a half!

In other news... I have a horrible feeling the SoCo gig is cancelled. Have emailed Ticketmaster. Of course, my mother is overjoyed about it, so we had a fight about that.

In better news, I have a panic button. A red one, stuck to me keyboard next to the Escape key. It looks just like an ordinary keyboard key, except it's red and has "PANIC" written on it. When the computer crashes, I can press it. Not that it will do a damn thing, but I can press it.

Have posted fic.

I think I will go to bed with Prozac Nation. Yes, folks, it's that bad. The book is so beautifully written, whilst being more literal than The Bell Jar, so I like it better. Three hundred pages of abject self-pity and depression. Me likes.