'Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard...'

'...but I say, 'OH BONDAGE, UP YOURS!!'

It's been a while since my last frantic and frustrated posts of wankery, although that probably doesn't matter seeing as no-one reads this thing anymore. I'm doing this for my own gratification, it seems (again, with the wankery references). Anyway, I've been banned from the internet by my 'stepfather' (the man whose house we live in). The internet to my computer was disconnected because of my ungratefulness and laziness that culminated in a shocking TWO DAYS of untidiness in my room. Although I have cleared my room, it seems unlikely I will be getting the Internet back any time soon. I feel this is fair because my crime surely warrants a month in the dungeon, and two months thereafter wearing a dunce hat. (What I am trying to say here is that 'my stepfather' (the man whose house we live in) tends to exaggerate the seriousness of pretty much any situation.)

So I've stolen his Internet for the time being whilst he and my mum go watch 'The Expendables', a film with so little culture or intelligence and lacking in my respect that I'm offended that they are paying to see it.

Anyway, I haven't really got much to tell today. I've become a recluse as NOBODY MY AGE WANTS TO LIVE LIFE. We're sixteen, full of surging hormones which make us want to shag each others brains out and get ungracefully drunk and wasted (or vice versa), but instead everyone decides to stay in with a cute cup of tea. Which means the rest of us who actually want to get out the house and vandalise and bang and be generally antisocial and be able to look back and say 'Yeah life as a kid was fucking BEAUTIFUL', are also forced to stay in with a goddamn cup of steaming fucking tea.
I feel like I'm fighting for a lost cause these days. Punk is dead, spontaneity is dead, good times are dead. Even the sunny weather we had is dead. But instead of making the most of it and pulling on our parkas and boots and kicking leaves and finding a great spot to camp out in the woods, we're all staying inside with that stupid cup of tea. And since I've resorted to going to Canterbury and Whitstable and Margate and Herne Bay alone because everyone is seemingly inside, I end up bumping into people who think I'm a loner, ensuring that this boredom is just going to keep going on, round and round in a stupid circle, like the rim of the mug of that CUNTING CUP OF TEA.
Fuck this, I'm going out for a fag and a walk. See ya in a bit. xxx