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...


1. 1st January 2012

After waking up on the floor from the New Year's Eve Party last night, I threw up on the doorstep while leaving. When I got home, my parents yelled at for not phoning them. Typical. Don't even remember where I put it, that doesn't help. After a normal dinner of what I could find in the fridge, but ended up not eating. Mum must have had to look after my siblings when Dad decided to spontaneously go down to the pub to meet up with a 'friend.' Bastard. Either he is cheating on Mum or he actually does have friends. I doubt that highly. I feel for my Mum, she hasn't gotten out of the house in weeks. See if I can arrange something, must remember that. Anyway, after drinking a Relentless, I read The Hunger Games for an hour or two (most of the book actually, I'm a bit of a bookworm to be honest.) I don't remember what part I got to, I fell asleep while reading.

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