April 8th, 9:08
Wednesday
My bedroom
Great. I've just had some wonderful news from the almighty(otherwise known as my dad). We're not going anywhere on holiday this year. I swear that I must be cursed! I told him that not going on holiday effects my health because as I am a teenage girl, the rays from the sun creates brain cells which makes me more intelligent. He didn't buy it. Thanks to him, I now have to spend my whole summer doing nothing while my friends go on holiday and catch beautiful tans. I on the other hand will probably end up getting hunted by spiritualists. I'm pale enough as it is and not going on holiday means that I'm going to have to look like the undead for a whole year. I'm so lucky! Not. I kept on complaining that all of my friends were going on holiday but the almighty didn't care. I then told him that if I suffer from depression and end up killing myself, it would be his fault. I feel like killing myself living in this nut house. My brother has just stolen my perfume so I've got to go.
April 8th, 9:27
What I just wrote down is the perfect example of the happenings of a nut house. What sixteen year old boy wears his sisters Vanilla Essence spray?! I have a theory that he might be gay.
1)He wears my perfume(enough said).
2)When he sees his friend Luke, he calls him his boyfriend.
3)He spends over an hour straightening his hair.
4)He is the most sensitive boy I have ever met.
I could think of something like twenty more but I haven't got all day. Excuse me while I go and write my suicide note. The almighty will be sorry!
Still April 8th, 9:31
I can't find a pen to do my suicide note. I've got a tissue but I don't think that could really come in handy. The almighty will have to wait. I wonder what my funeral would be like. I wouldn't want everyone wearing black because that would be so depressing. I could have a themed one! Everyone could dress up as Disney characters! My brother would probably come as Tinkerbell because he is such a girl. I wonder who would come to my funeral though. Sophie, Claire and Sarah probably would. My friends can get on my nerves sometimes though, especially Claire. She can't seem to understand that there is more to life than gummy bears. I like gummy bears but there is no word in the English dictionary to describe Claire's unhealthy obsession with gummy bears. What was I talking about? Oh ye! I doubt my neighbour, Mrs,Morris, would come and if she did she would come with her evil, deranged cat. It's more like a lion, though(it's as fat as one anyway). If that thing would go, I'd have to make sue that animal comtrol were there as well.
9:33
Wow. I sound so morbid.
10:15
Listen! I've written a poem about my sad life!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I've just gotten depressing news from my dad
It makes me cry, it makes me sad
Now I'm going to look like a ghost for eternity
My brother wears my perfume, if only he could see
That he is a gay boy and also a freak!
I could win a Nobel prize for that
10:18
Okay, I probably couldn't...

If I was writing about my brother, I'd have a LOT more to say. BELIEVE ME. It's funny and cute and you really make a curmudgenly (yet one we WANT to love) character. Kudos!! 