not so sweet.

i have actually never been this tired as in the last few months. or as stressed. i don't want to be around people, i just want to curl up in a corner and go to sleep. or read lord of the rings and drink tea. it's part of my fairytale obsession.

once upon a time, there was a little girl who was very clever and very beautiful. one day her mother said to her, "there is no more i can teach you, so you must go to school." the little girl was very happy about this, as she loved learning. but when she got to school, the other children made fun of her, because of the huge mole on her neck. as time grew by she bacame completely isolated and kept her head down in class. she concentrated on her studies and became even more clever. one day, when the little girl had grown into a beautiful young woman, witch finders came to her village. they singled her out because of the huge mole on her neck told her to confess her sins. the girl denied their request, so they marched her up and down the square, day and night, until her feet were bruised and bleeding. still she would no confess. they pricked her all over with pins, trying to find they spot where no blood flowed; she stood before them, bleeding, robbed of her dignity. still she would not confess. so they dragged her to the river, bound her hand and foot and threw her in. if she floated, she would be burned as a witch. a crowd gathered to watch, but the still surface of the lake did not ripple. she had drowned, so she was innocent.

my ict class is so fucked up. "kieron, what is that on your computor screen?" "nothingg, it's not a picture of a diseased vagina."
          "i'm a pdfile. get it? peadophile?"
       
hmmm. i said i'd never write about difficult boy again. i don't think i've managed to keep that promise somehow. still, you must all be sick of hearing about him, so caio, difficult boy, comme sta? good, now fuck off.