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
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