The Secret Diary of a Red-Headed Emo

The realization that I was an Emo wasn't at all surprising, but wanting to express it was different. So let's see how the first year goes...


10. 10th January 2012

Tuesday. Not so depressing, but at least boring. I woke up to random thoughts. Jake was waiting for me when I got to school, I don't know why. I didn't have my first lesson with him, I think. I can't remember what I had first, which is stupid of me but yeah. We walked together, after a minute, I had to ask what was our first lesson. Maths, oh joy. So he was in my first lesson, that makes sense now.


Maths. Ms Kemlet wasn't in today, must of caught that bug that's going around. I ended up sitting next to Jake since Sarah automatically sat next to Luke. Oh well, don't blame her. He is her boyfriend at the end of the day, and they are in love and so on.
Art. Pop art. Andy Warhol study today. Mr. Greenridge was calm today, seemed quite upbeat actually.
Break, nothing really. Went to the library to see if I could find a good looking book I haven't read. Ended up choosing Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. I've been meaning to read this for a while, but I kept forgetting.


English. Nothing much, sat with Mary (my seating plan actually, good for me.) Actually did work, shows how bored I was.
Graphics. (my choice for Technology) Just Photoshopped random pictures to develop my 'style.' That's actually what I have to do for the next few weeks, but at least I'm actually doing it. Unlike all the chavs, I hate that there are always chavs in my lessons. Lunch was funny, Jake just mucking about with Luke, but it always makes me laugh.


Advisory. Mr Dunien wasn't in, so had a supply, didn't really affect talking to each other though.
Science (Chemistry) Talked with Sarah, Luke wasn't in this lesson. By the way, I'm in top set for everything, and in triple science. But I don't do biology because apparently we covered basically all of it last year.


Nan picked me up, she was taking us to see Mum in the hospital. The twins were already in the back two seats, dressed up slightly more formally. I haven't seen Mum in a few days, but it feels like it's been weeks. I just want her to come back home so we can forget everything and just carry on with our lives. But obviously without Dad. I hate to call him my Dad, he's an ass. I didn't really get to talk to Mum, the twins were just taking her time. Laura showed her a picture she drew for her, which was really sweet. When I got back to Nan's, I got really upset and started crying. But after a few minutes, I found a razor and cut myself. It's not like it was the first time though, but I haven't done it for months. Did it for the first time back when I found out Dad was cheating.

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