Jesus fucking Christ, I hate Christmas music. Yeah, that’s right. I took the Lord’s name in vain, and I’ll do it again, too. Seriously, some of that shit is the most disturbing fucking garbage ever. I mean, take “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer.” Really? We’re all supposed to feel all holly and jolly listening to some jam about an old person being mowed down by a horned beast? The mental image of her bones crunching under Rudolph’s galloping hooves is enough to put me off my Christmas dinner. If I manage to make it dinner this year. Last year I just got super drunk, argued with my uncle about whether or not Obama is a real American citizen, and retreated to my horribly preserved childhood room. The dust of childhood is insidious… But I digress.

“I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”? For real? What child of divorce would ever utter the words: “Oh, what a laugh it would have been if Daddy had only seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night”? Are you shitting me? That would have been fucking traumatizing. Like that scene from IQ84. (I won’t explain. Read the fucking book.) Your mom is cheating on your dad with an obese mythilogical creature? Oh, yeah, that’s fucking hilarious. Maybe Santa can bring me $1,200 so that I can cover my therapy costs this year. That would be nice.

And don’t even get me started on “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” “Say, what’s in this drink?” Yeah, that would be roofie, honey, enjoy your unwanted Christmas child. God, it’s like all these songs are just super sinister subliminal messages that serve to explicate the horrors that are everyday life, packaged in bright, shining boxes that only belie their utterly macabre inner workings. Merry fucking Christmas, baby.

You always say these things but I never see them and I definatley never feel them. I can't hurt you like you hurt me.

If you act like you don't care; eventually you won't.

Why can't i just be happy?

Don't act like you care when you're the reason I do it.

Whenever I feel upset I think of my brother; because as shit as I feel inside, I can't let him see.

This isn't supposed to happen, is it?

Wow. you're a bitch.

Why do friendships have to end? Especially when you love them so much it hurts to let them go..

I no longer feel alone.

Sometimes it's better to lie. It can save people feelings, our own feelings or even our relationships. It can prevent it feeling like the person you love is slowly walking away from you, and all you can do it watch. Like they've taken your heart with them. Like all you can do is sit there cry and try to swallow the crushing pain and the rest of your body collapses. But also sometimes it better to lie because, well, lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.

Why do I do this to myself?

I love you so much it upsets me.

Everything has a cause and effect. Cause: you're hungry. Effect: you smoke. Cause: you drink too much. Effect: you regrettably sleep with someone.

Cause: you get a boyfriend. Effect: all your friends become bitches.

Although I love most film genres, I cannot stand most romances or romantic comedies. I believe them to be superficial and although it can be argued that all films are unarguable fiction, it is the idea that the vulnerable audience who watch romances often confuse the fiction with reality.

I love it when you love your boyfriend, and you’re perfectly happy and life appears perfect. Then that one boy who you’d tried to forget suddenly turns up and sets your peaceful world ablaze.

Only now that I have you do I realise how much I love you.

Bruno Mars makes me want to punch humanity. How can you listen to his music and believe all the bullshit he sings about? No man is like that. Any guy must be mental if they’d catch a grenade for a woman they love. No man can love everything about someone woman and wouldn’t change anything about them unless the girl hasn’t shown her everything about herself. And wanting to marry someone for one night and not mind divorcing them the next day is just being an immature prick. So seriously Bruno, go cut off your cock, because you might as well be a girl.

I didn't know i cared about you so much

You’re bitchier than me. You blame everything on everyone else. You can’t control your anger. You’re lazy. You swear too much. You’re irresponsible and think it’s okay to get high with your children around. You can’t control anything. Your own daughter hates you. Problem is, you gave me these characteristics. Thanks a fucking bunch dad.

I miss you, but I’m mad at you. I want you, but I don’t like you. I need you, but you do everything wrong. I love you, but I hate you.

I am one of the many human beings who struggle to keep their mouth shut. So, to prevent being called a hypocrite when I shout at someone for sharing one of my secrets, I have decided to shut the fuck up and keep out of other people's buisiness.

True friendship is overlooking the other person’s faults and still fucking loving them even when you scream and shout at each other. It’s when even if you don’t like things about them you just can’t bear to live without them and when your friendship feels as natural and important as breathing.

Sometimes everything falls into place.

You know how much I like him so back off.

Sometimes you have to stare your problems or mistakes straight in the face and let them hit you.

Why do you treat music as some sort of competition? We like the same music, why does it have to be a game of who listens to it the most, who finds the best new songs first? Because seriously... I don't give a shit.

You know that girl you call a slag and think nothing of it? You know that girl you laugh at simply because she's ugly? Well, she goes home everyday and cries; in bed, in the shower, everywhere. She hates herself almost as much as you hate her. Maybe even more. She has no one to turn to, not even her friends or family. She considers suicide everyday. So stop being such cunts and let her live her own life. Because making her unhappy won't make you feel any better.

What is everyone’s fixation with being thin? Why obsess over a number? Skinny does not mean happy. Fucking grow up. Being skinny is not a talent so do something useful. http://skinnywant.tumblr.com/. What kind of society believes this to be acceptable and let’s such childish thoughts happen. Yes, anorexia usually stems from unhappiness and is a way to control a seemingly uncontrollable life, but it is our fault this is taking over the media by not helping the sad people obsessed with their weight.

Confusion is not a nice experience.

There comes a time when people need to realise that you do not care about them and that they are simply wasting their breath by spreading malicious gossip about you. I have finally realised they need to move the fuck on and sort out their own life before attempting to judge mine.

There are many people I look at and think “I cannot wait for karma to come back around and hit you in your ugly face, you motherfucker.”

The things is; I can keep this blazing hatred inside me without hurting the other person’s feelings – when they clearly don’t deserve it. So next time you decide to make an unnecessary comment about someone simply because of the brewing jealousy you have, keep it too yourself, because everyone is just as fragile as each other and you probably will ruin someone’s day. Yes, Tom, this was aimed at you. Bastard.

You're fucking with me; right?

I love sexting. i love sexting him. I miss him wanting me. I hate his girlfriend. I miss him. I still want him. I don’t want to see him again. Ever. Why is everything so fucked up?

I love shy men. I have to admit I do love most men, but the shy ones are the cutest.

I swear every song sounds depressing when you’re upset.

If god does exist, they are one cruel being. He is like a child on the top of an ant hill burning off each innocent, peaceful insect’s limbs purely for mild entertainment. Once finished a wicked smile will spread across his sickening face and he will begin another cruel torture. The sad thing is, such a being could, unsurprisingly, exist.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to participate in normal relationships. Nowadays people are beginning to feel embarrassed when they see someone they have been texting for weeks in person. And many get bored of normal human conversations with even their closest friends. Just picture what the future will be like..

Most short men are pricks.

Is it possible for a man to have a sexual relationship without confusing emotions and creating one shitty mess? Is it impossible to separate sexual desire and love? can't anyone understand? some people just want sex!

I thought losing my virginity would make you feel - i don't know- different. Actually I was hoping. But it happens and you feel exactly the same. Then you looked at the positive pregnancy test. It is only then you feel fucking different.

Wow. Relationships are complicated. And I don’t even have enough experience in them to understand them fully.

You know it was a good party when you can’t remember much but find lemon peel, Smirnoff bottles, and layers of jewelry and clothes coating your bedroom floor.

Friends with benefits. “All the fun without the complicated crap”. Thing is such a relationship does have complicated crap, just a different sort to the complications in an ordinary relationship. There’s the constant worry that one may fall for another or that one may get a serious relationship, and an you have more than one at a time? Or can you cheat on one another? So now, opinion formed, I have decided, I have no fucking clue what to do.

I don’t care what people say about today’s youth being fixated on popularity, drinking and partying; because it’s true. But, you know what, life’s too short to suffer bullying hoping sixth form will be better or being shy and nervous because you haven’t got a few drink down you or spending Friday nights at home watching xfactor. So, ladies and gentlemen, on friday I am going to party like there’s no tomorrow and there’s nothing anyone can say to stop me.

What happened to simple beauty? The way something could be adored and admired without being adapted to appeal to all of the public. The raw talent in someone’s voice without it being edited and mediated. The pure beauty of a face without it being pasted with make up and airbrushed. The mastery of a well fitting dress without it being copied repeatedly and pulled onto someone the entirely wrong shape. Pure beauty can still be attained, so why does no one allow it to be created.

Why do people not understand? If something is pleasurable why not do it? Why does everything have to have strings attached? This is what i adore about men; their capability to detach things from love and responsibility. Why can't everyone else be like that?

Part I

It is only when you are called "meddling whore" by someone you used to consider as one of your nearest friend do you realise that; you really are one. Therefore, my probably imaginary reader, I have decided to grow up and keep my mouth shut.

Part II

This, however, does not give anyone permission to brand m a 'slag' based on some common secondary-school rumour. Especially when said person has been invited to house parties i have thrown and never had one word said to hurt them.

Part III

If people want to brand me a 'slag'; let them! Only the petty can call someone such a spiteful, yet not offensive, name when the supposed 'slag' has not even lost her virginity.
Nevertheless, if people would like a 'slag' I will give them one. I will give them the nicest, friendliest, least meddling 'slag' they could ask for.

I swear last time I hecked the point of friendship is to know each other better than we know ourselves, or have I just misunderstood?

I like to think of myself as mature. However, when a sad, weird girl fucks with me; it is time to ditch the maturity and begin a gossip girl inspired destruction of said girl's social life.

Beneath every facade is a brewing truth. Occasionally it seeps throught the cracks; causing pain and conflict. However in time it will dry and eventually scar, which can either be ignored, covered or hidden or just accepted.

Friends. Friends can be the most reliable people, and the only people you can actually trust. But who actually is your friend, and what happens if it's more than just a friendship. Problem is people the gender you are attracted to, are normley that completley different, so you need that one person who you click with. You can probebly find only one or two true friend, be it female or male. May this friendship go further or not. Friends can be friends forever, lovers cant. Untill you find that one magnifacent object, that you realise this is unlike any lust befor, while your heart is spilling out in pain and hunger and need. That is what love is. And so no, feelings for the boy you where good friends with in the year above, will never be love. Also never ruin friendships with lust, think very much about it befor you jump.

I do. The two words that will change most people's lives forever but why? People feel an obligation to comply to the publicized type of married life. What is the point of marriage in the first place? Sure it united people legally and socially but should love just be enough. Everyone speaks of love as if it some perfect thing, if so why ruin it with white dresses, gold rings and fancy cakes?

Ask almost anyone and they would probably adore to be rich. Humanity's greed has turned us into monsters who work simply to earn money. Is this really the point of life? To earn enough money to be 'happy'? What is the point of a life used on trying to survive? What happened to skills, talents, hobbies and interests? Most teenagers today waste their life in front of computer screens or at school. What is the point of life if it is not spent actually doing something but spent planning for better things? So, ask yourself this, would you rather spend your life doing something simply to earn money or doing something you love?

"Youth today is wasted on alcohol, drugs and parties," "Teenagers get the idea that their youth should be like the episodes of Skins or Misfits," quote my inspiring Physics teacher. Three words; what a genius.

Never let anyone tell you that you cannot fulfill any wish because everyone is only out for one person, themselves and if by undermining your confidence they think they can achieve greatness, then they are idiots, or if they need reassurance and believe they will gain some by telling you that you are worthless, then pity them. You can achieve anything you want and if anyone says you cannot, screw them.

"As long as you know men are like children, you know everything!" - Coco Chanel. Damn was she right. Just like children, men pry for you constant attention when your there but forget about you when your not. Men are annoying, messy and sure that they are always correct and, just like with children, we adore them for it.

Rejection makes you feel like shit, and that I can tell you from experience. You put your heart on your sleeve and not only does it get hurt but it gets poached, squeezed, beaten, bruised, stabbed and this list could go on. However, what’s worse is when you know your suffering was pointless and he does not give a care in the world when he leaves your heart, broken, bruised and bleeding all over the floor.

Gay best friends. Which female teenager [ and adult ] doesn't want one? You can go shopping with them, pour out your soul to them and there is no competition on who is going to buy the perfect pair of heels. What everyone thinks is that if a guy is gay he will be camp. NOT TRUE. When will we wake up! My gay best friend does not know Gucci from Pucci and Burberry from Mullberry, he has awful taste in men and, like most men, doesn't even listen to me most of the time but, you know what, I still love him.

The reason I do not belive in love is because I think it would be a very cruel thing to exist. Yes, i have never been in love but i have had my heart crushed a few times and that was almost unbearable and i would not wish it on anybody. So how much must it hurt to be in love and have you heart broken I wonder? It must be unbearable.

Everyone hates rejection, that is not an unknown fact, but being rejected three times for being too young is not suprisingly going to make you feel embarassed, upset and just plain stupid. So, if you are rejected anytime soon you have my permision to; get drunk, eat obsesivly and have a good old cry. Even if all the rejecters are fat, arrogant, ugly, bastards.