gemfyre | Teen Angst Part Deux

Oh I MUST be popular!! My life DEPENDS on it!! *puke*

24/3/94

Feelin' down. Usually am these days. Asked mum if I could get a shirt I really want (with my money - which happens to seem to be doing a life sentence in the bank.) She says she'll talk 2 dad. Why? I've got the feeling she doesn't listen to anything I say. I've gotta up my status fast or I'll be major dregs. I don't give a shit if I'm not the utmost popular. That'd suck. But the dregs are worse. B.J. ten years on interjects - "What the FUCK are dregs? Obviously it once meant more than the last drops in a bottle of beer (or Red Eye)." I want to get a pair of button up Red Tabs ($20 off), a nice chambray top and the flamin' heart shirt before we go to Australind. I don't think I'll get the Windsor Smiths' or the Bikie jacket. I need a raise! They expect me to pay for my entertainment and clothes that aren't school uniform, yet I only get 10 bux a fortnight.

At my funeral, I want you to play "Never Say Die" and "Santa Fe". There'll probly be more songs to that list before I die. I'm a bit young to be organising my funeral but you never know. I don't want to die but I'm not afraid of dying. At a funeral I probably wouldn't cry. I don't know what people would think of me, brave or uncaring. None. I just know something they don't, believe in different things.

Later that year two of my grandparents died. I did cry, but not buckets. I did however cry almost the whole day when my cat died around the same time.