long and surprisingly exciting background story

Me: (irrelivant) brown hair; 172cm; 17 years old; blue eyes, 53kg
(relevant) go to a fucking private girls school, continually fight with anybody who thinks that they are authoritative, love music, love art, "severely ADHD", "depressed"- but who knows these days?... every second person claims to suffer from it, spend my time doing pointless stuff like blogging.

2007 in a nutshell- Started the year off alright. I was going out with a guy called Joel (mum said she cant believe i had such low standards. she said to me she thought he looked like he had down syndrome or something....:S) , who I was pretty head over heels for, but then he didnt really give a shit about me. He dealt drugs pretty hardcore, and it was the cracking point when he sent his last $10 on a packet of cigarettes instead of a valentines card for me... i put in alot of effort, but it was all ok, because he did give me a piece of torn up notepaper from an exercise book saying "happy valentines day". :S we ended up sorting that out but then when we were going through a rough patch I cheated on him. Couldnt handle the guilt so I fessed up. And anyway, when somebody tells you that they love you, how do you know they love YOU as well as the YOU that is hiding all the secrets. So yeah, that was the end of that.

By this time, I had been shipped off to boarding school in the north shore. it was pretty fucked, because I already lived like ten minutes away from the school, but the folks thought it would be a good idea. So I had a slightly rocky first term, got suspended a few times, for giving away ritalin, drinking, smoking and calling the boarding mistress a bitch. My room-mate was a hardcore brown noser. Not to me, but to the house mistress. Constantly dobbing on me and accusing me of doing cocaine. I havnt actually touched the stuff, but whatever. I think I got on her bad side, when I had a smoke out the window of our room on the first day. I kinda left the room smelling like smoke for about a week. :S WHOOPS! But anyway, boarding school was shit. Full of bloody bogans. The girls were all from the country and unless it had to do with agriculture, they wouldnt listen to you. I had some awesome non boarding friends at school, and also used to hand out at the "gazebo" at the local park. They offered me the acceptance I was after. Every afternoon when all the boarders were at "Ag club", I'd go down and have a few durries with the gazebo bums. It was the favourite part of my day, and I could actually relax. I was smoking dunhil blues, before I converted to winfield reds. They are fucking potant. I went through a bit of a slutty stage, and became fuck buddies with a mate of mine from the gazebo. We would sneak out from our boarding schools each night, and "relieve our sexual tension". He was pretty hot. A bit skinny though. To this day we are still really good friends. He is the typical aussie bloke. Wife beater singlet, and cantubry shorts. He had blonde hair and really blue eyes. Average size dick, but he knew how to work it. Then I had sex with another guy from the same school, but we will forget about that... and pretend it never happened *cough* polish guy with massive cock *uncough*

I could go on about emo shit like cutting etc, but its really boring, considering everybody claims to do it. So i'll just leave you knowing that I have a number of scars that I haveto cover with concealer.

I met my best friend that term. Her name was and still is Clare. I love her to bits. Shes the hottest chick ever and we are inseperable. Blonde hair, blue eyes, awesome body, nose ring, etc etc. If i was a lesbian, id so marry her haha. ... wait, is that even legal? Well, we have the same sense of humor. We can tell what each other will say, before we say it. We cry, laugh and smile together. I love her so much!

Oh and later that term, i started going out with a guy called john. Good looking, sporty, rich, smart etc etc... I just for some reason wasnt attracted to him i realised. He used to tell me he loved me every day. He was so cute, and would buy me chanel perfume, flowers, take me out to expensive restaurants etc. Sounds perfect, but the chemistry wasnt there. Hes so sweet and we are still good friends, but it just didnt work out. It lasted 4 months, but I had to break it off. It wasnt fair on either of us. I went on holidays with his family during that school holidays. I had fun, but hey, its in the past.

School started back 2 weeks later, and I returned to the morbidly depressive bounds of the boarding school. First night back I decided to start back where I left off, and sneak out to hang with my fuck buddy, who was no longer my fuck buddy because at this stage I was still going out with John. So we met up at the gazebo, and there was already a group of guys there. We started chatting and they seemed pretty cool. They offered to take us for a drive in their convertable (or more truthfully, their mums convertable) We were setting off fireworks and throwing them out the window. It was mad fun, until I get a text from my room-mate saying that I have been caught not in my bed. SHIT was my immediate reaction. I had to get back so we sped home.

That was the night that my life changed. At 100km and hour, we ran ito a telegraph pole. Next thing I know there are sirens everywhere, and i am being dragged by my fuck buddy/ mate out of the car. I felt that my lip had been torn in half, and it was flapping around, and that i couldnt move my neck. I was carried into an ambulence, and sent off to emergancy at the hospital. I was put in a neckbrace, and all I remember is the head of boarding staring over me, looking at me covered in blood and shaking her head. I was panicking. I couldnt feel myself in pain... I think it was the adrenalin. But what had happened to the rest of the people in the car. Looking at the remains, it was completely wrapped around a telegraph pole, with a whole tree on the roof, which had torn through the soft top. I was screwed. I got so many painkillers injected into me that I was numb. But all I could think about was my mate. Where was he? I ket repeatingi to the ambo driver. I got a text from him saying he was at back at his school and didnt want to get caught. But I knew the crash was nasty, and I didnt want him to have any internal injuries. So I told him to get his ass out of school, and I told the ambo where he was. I hated the neck brace. It was so restrictive. I punched a nurse who told me I couldnt move until the xrays on my neck came back. I dont even remember getting xrays, but I must have. I was having a panic attack and felt claustrophobic... I slept until the next day. I woke u and mum was next to me in tears. Under local anasthetic, a plastic surgeon sewed my lip back together. It was so swollen, but it eventually healed. Its going to scar me for life, but I guess it taught me about the important things. I was told numerous times I was lucky to be alive. The ambos later told me that nobody had died, and they couldnt believe it considering how bad the accident was.

I had to testify to the cops later, turns out the driver was driving unlicenced, under the influence of alchohol, under the influence of weed, and also got charged with grand theft auto (his parents charged him for insurance purposes)

That was the end of boarding school. I was officially expelled. A fewweeks later i came down with a bad case of glandular fever, and spent weeks off school. During that time, I met a guy called Nick on a bus trip home from a friends house. turns out he lived really close to me... we ended up going out later and are still together. (100 days yesterday) I think he's the one.

I went through the angsty teenager stage and left home, living with friends, and spendidng time on the streets in the city. I tried my first bong and had a really bad experience. After 4 cones, i was thinking that my own mouth was trying to eat me. Eventually my parents found me and i went home. Life has been pretty uneventful since then, but its only been a few months.

I quit smoking. SO HARD. I still crave, but its alot easier for me now. Im under control :D I just had exams, and I did well in english, maths and art, but bummed out on business studies. Its only year 11 though so it doesnt really matter. Thats my year in a nutshell, so yeah, tune in again soon. My next few blogs will be more analysing. And my "alternate" view on random shit. Im so sick of talking about me. Its so monotonous.