Shan's Rant... Don't read please... well, you can if you want, but don't bother replying.

WHY AM I GOING TO THE PSYCHOLOGIST!? I SHOULD BE IN SCHOOL WITH MY FRIENDS! IN MY CRAPPY SCHOOL WHERE I GET GRIEF FOR BEING THE SLIGHTEST BIT DIFFERENT! I MEAN, ARGH! I SHOULD BE IN SPANISH ATM AND NOT ON HERE, AT HOME, WAITING TO GO TO MY DOCTOR CLINIC. I'M NOT STARVING MYSELF. I'M NATURALLY SKINNY. IT MAKES SENSE WHEN YOU SEE HOW MUCH OF A STUPID STICK MAN MY FATHER IS! SPEAKING OF WHICH, THAT LAZY F*CK HASN'T GIVEN ME A BIRTHDAY PRESENT SINCE I WAS FOURTEEN! I'M SIXTEEN NOW! THAT'S THREE BIRTHDAYS THAT HE HAS NOT EVEN BOTHERED! SURE I GOT A CARD THIS TIME. BUT IT WAS FROM HIS GIRLFRIEND WHO I LIKE A DAMN SIDE LOT MORE THAN HIM AT THE MOMENT.

Phew. Felt good to let it out.

Its not my fault I'm crazy. It's the people around me.

My stepfather shouldn't have gotten involved. He basically argued with me aftr my mother went to work. He basically told me to f*ck out the house and never talk to him again. Where the hell would I go?! My father's?! HELL NO! His laziness would make mine worse. My nan's? Possibly if I could walk to her town. My friend came into mind when I was crying myself to sleep but it was like 3 AM. And Dylan came to mind all too often. I need him, I really do. But he's in Mississippi. And I'm in Wales. STUPID CRAPPY TWPSOD WALES! This is a rare occasion where I hate my country and Nationaility. I hate it. I hate myself and I hate what I have done.