The Side No One Sees

Welcome to crazy, slightly sociopathic mind of Roberta Gratzioli, sixteen-year-old British female. I am now going to pour out my soul into this diary. It feels weird to be doing this. It is like I am letting go of everything that has been pulling me down and making me feel like I am worthless. You guys are now like a therapist who I can talk to and maybe you will comment on what you think I should do. I have decided that this will be themed so each chapter will be fandomised one way or another (I'm gonna find ya. I'm gonna getcha' getcha'. Okay just me singing all by myself.)

Read away and I will kidnap you and drag you down to my wine cellar and then possess you. Ha ha no.

Read away and this is my entry for the Diary Competition.

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6. 28th May 2015

Thursday 28st May 2015

 

I have finally deemed myself worthless. Felicity thinks it is fun to boss me around and tell me that her amazing, very expensive, totally up their own arses boarding school is better. She called all my friends stupid and I just can't keep being happy. People don't cry because they are weak, but because they have been strong for too long.- Dean Winchester. Do I have a valid reason? I think so. There are people in the world who are hungry, starving, homeless, dying, disabled and I am being so conceited and forgetting about them. There is just so much I can't cope anymore. I even cried at school.

I feel like Harry Potter when people kept asking things of him and he had already given so much. My parents just keep asking and asking and asking. I have given enough to learn that you don't get anything back. I walked Mufasa for five days in a row and then the arse-hole which I sadly have to call my younger brother came home and almost demanded to be worshiped. The little schist cannot understand that I am on the verge of giving up on life. I may seem happy and optimistic all the time and I never cry, but as I write this I can barely see. This diary is like a reflection of my feelings and so there won't be lots of poetic stuff and lots of interesting things. 

 

I watched the Eurovision Song contest and Englands entry was so cheesy and awful I shouted and threw something at my laptop. WHO DANCES IN FLASHING OUTFITS? The English. "Yay!" She says sarcastically. No but seriously, I am disgraced to be English and whoever sorts that sort of thing out for us; Pull your act together. Australia took part for Pete sake! That is a completely different continent and nowhere near Europe. It is in Australasia so why? Enough ranting for that paragraph about how awful my country is at music. *Angrily shakes a fist*.

 

A smidge of good news. I am not one of the popular people in my school and Zoey is so she told me about this party thinking I hadn't heard about it. The teachers thinkI am a good influence and so place me on the popular peoples table to make the "behave." Concequently I heard about this party aaggees ago and stored away small titbits about it. They were going to go camping. 7 people + 2 man tent x lots of alcohol / people who are couples and almost getting it on= A disaster. They found out how to sort it out and planned it for "good weather". Hello? This is England we don't have "good weather." Duh. It rained! It rained all bleeding weekend, sadly they were all too off their faces (English slang for drunk FYI) to care. 

 

Pitch Perfect 2 - Go see it. I loved it, sang along, laughed at the wrong moments, cried, screamed. Then went out shopping and for icecream. Yummy. *Dreamy face* It was good okay. No judging.

Brings me onto the Avengers Age of Ultron- Go see that. I cried, I laughed, I fangirled, gained two new OTPs, cried again, screamed, got a sneak peak o the next one (don't leave your seat!) Anything else. Iron Man is Bae. End of Story. 

 

I also had so much time on my hands I memorised my wi-fi password: ahem. 25DE26A02D906FE96632FEA949. BOOM. I need a life.

I will make a promise now that I won't tell you guys about something unless it is amazing. READ THE SELECTION! I am only saying it once. Read it. I loved it, cried at it, married Maxon and generally joined a new fandom. Make that sixty something. 

 

Well, munchkins stay tuned for next week and the password will be Albus. Remember that "The fault dear Brutas, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, we are but underlings" -Julius Ceasar by William Shakespear. 

 

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