4.44pm If you judge us, we're all damned (written in Latin today) "Life is a rollercoaster, right? Well I wish there weren't so many lows. Why can't it be one of those big ones that only goes down every now and then? I feel... Ok. Yeah, so I'm writing weirdly for when I feel alright but I'm not bloody depressed or anything. Heck, I never have been. I suppose things just get homosexual every now and then. I've been pretending that I'm always majorly happy for ages because I didn't want anyone to think I was properly depressed, because I knew I wasn't that either. And then I complain now to convince people that I have something interesting and confusing in my head when really I'm just like every other teenager on this planet. Yeah, bollocks to originality and being an individual. Doesn't everyone just want to be accepted anyway? I mean, I'm sure there are people, but so far I haven't come across anyone who doesn't want friends." It's sad that I even write for sit diary when I have no access to it now. I have come to a new stage in the addiction. I had a Latin test just before I wrote that though, so maybe the boredom can be accounted for? Ok, so there is no excuse. I shall just hang my head in shame. I am way too self-obssessed.