I miss you

Welll Im back.



Guess thats saying something. I feel funny writing about my life or whatever and not knowing if or who anyone will read it. So if i know u and u read this please tell me?
I dont quite know what to write anymore cos its like whatever i write, it might be taken the wrong way and that id get called things again :( but still i spose ill soldier on and endure what comes my way. And i hope no one gets offended if i write about them or take it the wrong way.


My phone died and my parents wont help me pay for a new one. Ive done everything i can for them to help me. The only way they say is to work on the block for the next few weekends...Ok sure so does that mean that i cant get it for another month or that i HAVE NO LIFE? sure the seconds half true but id still like to go see friends and stuff. I cant last that long without a phone, my phone. I hate using my dads old one, it drives me crazy.

I wonder how people put up with me and if they do, then why. I talk or complain about everything. Well i think i do. Sorry if its annoying or u dont like it. Tell me off next time. All in all right now i dont know what im even doing here and i dont like anything about myself. Maybe everything would get better if i went to boarding school like my parents want me to. They dont like seeing me the way i am now for some reason so they thought sending me half way across the world (melbourne) would change that. I dont want to go. Sometimes I do. Maybe it would be better if i did. Or maybe not.
Hmm school was ok today i spose. I emailed mr kluske to change two of my classes and fingers crossed he lets me..its going to suck so bad if i dont change cos i hate being by myself. I wore brads jumper all day even tho i was sposed to give it back to him =/ i forgot, im horrible :( I talked to liz alot today and it was sweet :) its seven years and counting now liz we doin good missy. Oh yeah and we went to the gym again and these guys just annoy the hell out of me. I swear they stare at either me or liz (liz i rkn) and its sorta hard concentrating on working out. one of the dudes is the guy my height and looks like hes a steriod addicted 12 year old. Not in a bad way. Hes got muscles the size of his head i rkn :O but still its distracting and if they wanted to start something (which wouldnt happen anyways) they could just freaking come and talk not 'stop and stare' all the time. Argh.

"Your so cold keep your hand in mine" <--love this song. So cold by breaking benjamin, look it up by all means. Maybe one day ill post some of my playlists but music speaks to me in ways that people dont. Not to sound antisocial or stuck up. But theres these songs that feel like they were written just for me. They describe what i feel and ah just everything. Maybe you understand, maybe you dont. Who knows?
Hmmm i think i miss people :( i could write a list of who i miss but in the end words are only words and on here they dont mean as much as they should to me.
Ohh i just realised i sound like a schiophrenic or however you spell it, swinging from one subject to another. My apologies.


Anna x