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December 7th

Another day at school being bullied by the same group of girls that always pick on me. You'd think they would give it a rest at Christmas but it's like they have taken the season of goodwill and turned it upside down.

Got the bus in and put my headphones on so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Decided to try the new Gazelle Twin album (which is very good) but half way through had them snatched from my ears and had to answer the question....

"what is this emo shit?"

saying anything would have resulted in the same outcome so I decided just to say nothing and hope they would go away. they didn't go away.

The lessons went ok and I sat in a toilet cubicle to eat my olives and cheese (the one closest to the wall is the best). Came out of the toilets to go to Latin and was punched in the stomach by Triss who was trying to get past and I was in her way. Doubled over and stayed there until she left.

Decided I couldn't do with the hassle of the bus ride home so walked the 11 miles back listening to Let's Eat Grandma until the batteries on my walkman ran out and the cassette stopped spinning.

Dad was home but had been drinking beer so just went upstairs and tried to read but my brain wouldn't turn off so I couldn't concentrate. Played LocoRoco on the PSP I stole from Darius a year ago.

Went to sleep with the damp jumping on me like a toilet. Woke up.

Had a shredded wheat with water because I would have collapsed if I didn't.

Went to school for another day being bullied by the same group of girls that always pick on me.

18 (or is it 17?) days to Christmas.

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