Why do I always have to play with fire? It's so dangerous. I just messaged Danny Watson, David and asked Polly on MSN about the night when he was flirting with me and stuff. And the conversation is still not over. Why do I feel the need to act like this when I have a really great boyfriend who loves me?

I went to my grandma's funeral and it was awful. The vicar had his own agenda and made it his own day, I could have killed him.

Sometimes I really hate my life.