Fuck the teenage years. Why are they so hard?! You like someone, but do they like you back? They act like it, getting on well, major fliritng, but all of a sudden you find out they're with her. Oh the drama. You go through all that for nothing. Then there's the spots. I generally have pretty good skin, wake up one morning with a shiny forehead full of zits, as our american friends say. The joys. And worst of all, the preppy popular cunts who look down on everyone and think they're better than me. I hate those twats and I can bet they hate me. Do I care? Nope.
My GOD, I digres.
Feel like I'm about to fucking EXPLODE from stress. TRYING to get a GCSE in drama, probably never going to happen with my group. Me and my friend appear to be the ONLY ones with ANY experience of acting or performing in any way shape or form. The other three don't have a fucking clue, nad it's driving me INSANE. I don't think they even know what improvisation is! GAHHHHH. Phew, needed to get that out.
Chronic fatigue? I fucking hate it. As if my life wasn't dificult enough at the moment. I'm doing my GCSE's, two of which being dance and drama. But I can't manage more than three days a week at school! I'm missing so much I'm having to work extra hard at home and can't go to dance outide of school. I've missed out on two dance shows so far this month, and I haven't been to my modern, ballet, or street classes in I don't know how long. It's fucking killing me. How am I supposed to become a prefessional dancer if I can't go to the classes.
Life's pretty darn shit at the moment. Can you tell?
