Diary of a Teenage Girl

Dear Diary Today didn't work out the way that I'd planned coz my phone and my Nike's got covered in sand In fact this whole week has been slow as a fart But I've broken my record of breaking boys hearts I can't WAIT for Friday, I'll blag Dad for cash For a bottle of cider and small bag of hash Then off to the park for a drink and a smoke And hope I don't whitey after just a few tokes I'm praying he'll be there, I'm up for a flirt Don't care if I freeze, still wearing a skirt Well, under my coat so my Mum doesn't see I'll be grounded for life and she'll take my T.V :( Then Saturday morning we're off to see Gran Who smells like old cabbage and cat food and bran She hates me in Hoodies, "I wear them",she's told "not coz I will stab you, but because I'm COLD!" Then when we get home, put the X Factor on kiss pictures of you while repeating our song I stalked you on Facebook, you'd 'poked' me again drew lovehearts and kisses surrounding your name I'm dreading school Monday, I might fake a fever Then stay in my bed Googling Justin Beiber xoxoxoxox 13th July 2011