A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Tuesday, 27 April 1999
27 April 1999
Then on the way out I meet up with my ex, who gave me a ride home and saved me from walking. And I am over him. Well my concious mind knows it, it's just that my subconcious hates me and seems to like holding onto dreams. If my subconcious had it's way I would spend my whole life pinning over my unrequited love from seventh form. No, actually, I think it's trying to make my life suck as much as possible so that I'll do myself in and let it off sharing a head with the rest of what is going on in here. Or something like that.
What is really unfair is that my little brother got a furby today, and i so deserve one more. Anyway, i should start the chem report I have to hand in tomorrow, then start my essay on Northanger Abbey (which I still haven't read, and now don't have time too). buh-bye.
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