Happy home sweet bloody home.

Nothing to give me aid of my escape, nothing to sweeten the hours in which I sleep. Help. Don't let me drown. I can't be the one to die, I can't be the one to live. Everyone to say they care, all with their backs turned. And in the dark, no where to run. People seem with blank faces, understand?, they do not. What? Voices to calm what is not unsettled. Friends that don't really exist. A dream, nothing is real but all seems to hurt.

Nana is getting the better of me lately. Her attitude is not one to be liked, I seem to get the repercutions of her actions. I don't particuly like it, but then, sometimes just watching her blow off her head is a good thing. I find it funny, although I'm sure not a lot of people do.

I can't stand Ms bloody fucking Benjamin or how ever her name's spelt. WHY THE HELL WOULD WE WANT TO KNOW ABOUT HER BLOODY CHILDREN? Oh well, see there's so many things I wanna bitch about, but can't, so she's gonna be my outlet. No Nana required here. I'm so gonna fail the next a.english assessment. And then I'm gonna complain that she's a shit arse teacher. *Sigh* felling better now. Well, not really, but there's a story that will never be told.

Lets see, would you like the low down on the previous week? No? Ok then, I'm not gonna bother. But I will say this...HELP ME!!!!

And here I sit. No where to run. No aid for my pain. Who cares? Not even I do. I don't care about your pain, I don't care about mine. I don't care that you're lost and don't know the way, ask me to direct you and I'll lead you strait to hell.

Happy home bloody sweet home

Where the fucking buffello roam.

There no place like home. And if there was, who would want to go there? Most people want to get away from shit holes.

Pete says hi, to those of you that know him and read this. And to those of you that don't know him or don't read this, well then...........