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Being an impulsive moron has finally paid off! It's back on with M and all it cost me was getting called a retard! FUCK YEAH!! I haven't grinned this much since I first found out he liked me <3
In other news, it's fucking windy out there. Was in Spinningfields exchanging a top for some boots in Allsaints (they are awesome boots, I love them and I didn't have to pay the extra £81 cause my mum put it towards my birthday) and I saw this little girl fall over outside and she couldn't get back up again.
Also, gay ego judge says I should definitely form a Fall Out Boy covers band, despite the fact that I can't understand a lot of the things Patrick Stump sings, so I just make up my own words. Mind you, I shouldn't listen to my inner gay ego judge - according to it, I have white hair and cat ears like in Loveless.
Bobberson xxx

So incredibly bored that I'll give you this so I can waste some time posting it. I'm just going to sit here working myself into an ill, paranoid haze of emotional crisis because that's what I do when I'm bored. Anyone want my enormous Blink 182 poster that I got out of Kerrang?
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Chapter 4

Mum had to leave early to work on the greenhouses again the next morning, but that didn't stop her getting me up at the crack of dawn and sending me down three floors so that the McKenzies' daughter Sarah could walk me to school. She was two years older than me, but boring and a prude, like a pensioner trapped in the body of a fifteen-year-old. She was silent as we walked, but I could see her smug grin at how good she looked compared to me. I wondered if it ever hurt her, being twisted into such a bizarre angle that she could have her head up her own arse and still look down her nose at everyone at the same time.

That period between Christmas and New Year's when NOTHING happens. I have been inside all day. Nobody's talking to me on Facebook (although, I can't really blame Ry for pretending not to see me pop up, I tried to instigate another of my personal problems conversations. I just dump all of my problems on him for some reason, I dunno why. I feel sorry for him, but I can't stop) and I have nothing to do. Got up at around eleven, had a lazy breakfast and caught up on Boardwalk Empire (which I love, but don't want to comment on in case any of you watch it and haven't seen it yet). Got dressed, read my Death Note: How To Use book for a bit, played Guitar Hero for 46 minutes, according to the letter my Wii had to send me about it (and I managed to play I'm Not Okay on medium and got 80% accuracy :D). Stuck my laptop in and I've been surfing for hours. Brief break for tea, watched the first half of a documentary about Gorillaz, an episode of 30 Rock and then came back here.

I want to tell M that I fucked up. I can't stop telling people that I fucked up. I don't want to keep going on about this to you or to Ry, whom I've been using as my personal agony uncle, so I need to sort this out.
I have a strong feeling that M is over me, but I still want to at least explain to him ( by email cause he won't see it unless I tell him to look) . Should I?
Bobberson x

Not much happens in this one, but in the next chapter there's stuff :D

Chapter 3

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” I heard Mum bellowing before I saw her. We were almost crawling by the time we made it back to town. We'd run the whole way, and my heart was still hammering. The freezing cold air was clawing at my throat as I finally collapsed at Mum's feet. The others crumpled in a heap behind me, whimpering and wheezing. Their parents and all the other adults gathered round us, pulling us to our feet. I could tell by the way they were speaking to each other that we were all in deep, deep shit. Mum had me by my arm and was frogmarching me to the block of flats where we lived, muttering furiously to herself. She'd save her lecture for when we were alone, even though she could shout loud enough that everyone in town would hear it anyway.

A.N. Just for the hell of it, I'm doing chapter 2 as well :D

Chapter 2

Even while walking fast, it took me twenty minutes to get to the edge of the ruins. I could hear the others following me, not fast enough to catch up because I'd gotten a head start and was faster than them anyway, but still close enough behind that I could hear them begging Dock to call off his dare and pick something else. He sounded a little less sure of himself as we reached the first destroyed buildings, but I wouldn't have listened to him at that point anyway. It couldn't be that bad, could it? I'd spent my life living in a freezing cold three-roomed flat at the top of a twenty-five floor building, I'd had to fight off bullies before, and the occasional runt wolf as well (the runts really did take it out of me as well, but luckily the bigger ones were never out while I was). How difficult could it be to go into an abandoned city?

A.N. This is a taster. I'm gonna keep writing it even if nobody likes it, but I want to see what you think first :) Some of the facts about the world of Killjoys and BL/ind may be incorrect, but there's a lot of confusing information out there. But anyway, without further ado, here's The Frozen North; Chapter 1.
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Chapter 1

Perhaps because they started off elsewhere, we saw Better Living Industries coming for us before they finished with America and decided to head east. Of course, they'd already had their people working on making a new Battery City in the Midlands – because of the sheer mass of buildings and cars and, well, stuff that there was in London, it was still far too irradiated an area to be able to use for a new city – but they hadn't really gone on the offensive yet.

I always end up depressed. But it has helped me straighten stuff out. I retract my comment about feeling fine about the break-up. I fucked up epicly.I wrote a sort of letter of apology to him, which I will never send unless I get extremely reckless or am about to die or something. All I was going to do was say that he confused me, and that I missed talking to him and I was sorry. But now here I am, practically a whole novel-full of self-pitying later, crying and wondering whether it's ok for me to talk to him on facebook yet. But he doesn't like me anywhere near as much as I like him. I mean, how likely is it that he just happens to be as besotted with me as I clearly am with him? He doesn't seem messed up about the break up, Ry said he was fine.

Happy christmas evereeeboddeeeee!! You know when people write LOTMS? I keep reading it in my head as Lord of the Rings and thinking 'wtf has Tolkein got to do with MCR?'. I read too fast.
This is gonna be more a list for myself, so you don't need to read this. It's just a list, cause I want to make a list :)

My family know me well. I got a top that says 'Aliens gave my cat a beard', a fake mustache kit (I'm rockin a Hogan mustache today), slipper socks with mustaches on :D I also got this awesome dress from Asos, which I will be wearing to prom, and some leopard print converse, and some christmassy jumpers and skirts and stuff - and manga as well :D My dad got me a top from allsaints, but I already have it so I'm gonna exchange it tomorrow in the sales. He also got me the scott pilgrim DVD, which I already have, so I'm gonna have to exchange that as well.
Bobberson x