Generically Fucktarded.

Do you want the truth or a hot women jumping up and down in an invisible wet t-shirt competition?...Well, I can't give you either, but I have been told by medical professionals that I am infact a women, so we're part way there.

I was once sitting down in the media and languages computer area at college, with two people that I like to think are my friends but in reality probably don't really like me at all, discussing my general appearance, personality and why I am never going to get laid. We uncovered two words that sum up all of these things and decided that I'm just a generic fucktard. What is a 'generic fucktard'? I 'hear' you cry. Well it's a combination of; lesbian looks, short hair of ever changing colour, short stature, not really attractive in anyway, abnormally small feet and an inability to dress properly whilst also being emotionally and socially retarded. Yay.

Unfortunately, I'm just your average shit/weird/talented/misguided* (delete as you read) somewhat dyslexic 17 year A-Level student with falling grades and a desire to criticise everything I come across. I apologise in advance for my blogs being; rude, offensive, obnoxious, not to a high enough social standerd, mispelled and just generally a crock of shit. But hey, I'm not forcing you to read this. In all fairness if you have any problems with my writing, you should probably take that up with yourself, might sort out some of your 'unresolved issues' that people are telling me about all the time.

I seem to spend the majority of my time feeling inadequate and just generally not good enough for society. I then spend the rest of my time franctically trying to make my self feel better by doing the only thing I know, criticising everyone else, picking out their bad points and comparing my self. I also don't have any particular aims in life, shocking isn't it. Screw the 'when I grow up I want to be' crap, most days I feel like I've been alive for far to long anyway.

I've decided to create an account upon here to voice my unheard opinions. With the hope that even though nobody wants to hear them, someone will want to abuse their eyes in a way that their ears, they will not. Also with the disillusioned dream that one of these days someone might actually pay some atention to me and maybe love me. In all honesty though, my spanish teacher said that he likes the way that I write, he doesn't particularly appriciate me failing his subject, but he still likes the way that I write. He told me to remember him when I become a famous writer-I'll let you make your own cruel witty coments about that...So here is to you dear reader for having nothing better to do with your time than read my protentious gobshite. LP xx