[Tuesday June 27th, 2006 at 12:54am] [ mood | pissed off. ] That was a complete and utter load of crap. Neil didn't even do ANYTHING wrong. He did NOTHING wrong. Now because of that referee's bad judgement we're out of the world cup. Ugh and the whole time Italy got tripped or anything they were like :''''''( and as soon as the referees awwards them with a free kick they're like Wow I'm healed! Ugh. Just.. ugh. -_- cmnt

[Friday June 23rd, 2006 at 4:58am] [ mood | ecstatic ] YES WE'RE IN ROUND TWO. I SWEAR TO GOD I NEED LIKE 5 PANTY CHANGE DURING THAT MATCH, IT WAS INTENSE. When Croatia scored that first goal in the first two minutes, I swear I was convinced we were out of the world cup. Can you believe that three fricking red cards were handed out in those last minutes? Ugh and how we scored that third goal JUST as the game finished and it wasn't counted.. Omg im so happy. Getting up at 3am was so worth it just to see that game. Australia are awesome. 1 cmnt

[Thursday June 22nd, 2006 at 2:58am] [ mood | stressed ] So here's my new lj. In case anyone was wondering [if anyone is actually reading], Hannah Bobanna is what my brother calls me. Even though I haven't spoken to him for months, I suppose it's kind of nice to remember what he was like before. Lately I can't get my head around anything, I feel like I'm brain dead. All I do is eat, sleep, and watch TV. God, I need someone to talk to so bad, I feel so horrible all the time. And the date where I have to go to CAMHS looms over my head, drawing ever closer. I wish I could just tell my mother "There's nothing wrong with me, this is just a sham. I'm just selfish and lazy." And next year I'll be sixteen, and I'll have exams. Will I be at school by then? Will I be getting homeschooled? In a year will I have friends again? God I'm so pathetic. And my dad comes over, and I cannot think of anything to say to him. Why? What is wrong with me? Gosh I'm going to come back and read this tomorrow and feel like a fool. My brother said that the point of a diary is to never look back on what you write. But I do every time. And he won't even talk to me anymore. I manage to repulse everyone I care about. I need someone to confide in. I don't care if it's just someone on the internet. Even when I had internet friends I felt incomplete, but now that I don't even have them anymore, I wish I had one. Well I better go eat alot now. cmnt

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