Blogger

I have officially become a blogger. It makes me sad that my notebooks lie there on my desk neglected while this internet sensation is getting unwanted attention. I just don't write things down as much anymore, which leads me to have many mixed feelings about a lot of things. I used writing to sort myself out and now I am stuck here, writing to no one, complaining that I have become part of the electronic revolution.

By the way, Happy New Year.

My camera broke. The zoom is fucked and now it won't take photos. That also makes me sad.


I don't really know what to write here anymore, as I don't know anyone who reads this. If I knew someone who read this then I would probably write more often and possibly more interesting things for them. Please make yourself known, mystery readers!!

Ever since Rohan killed himself, I've had dreams of people commiting suicide. All my friends. The people who I care about. I don't know what all this means, but I realised that the majority of my friends have probably tried to, or at the very least got close to doing it.
I want to help them all, but I don't know what to do.



Ashlee doesn't like me anymore. Not the same way she used to. She's best friends with Bec now. I know I shouldn't really care, but she was my first real friend in a long time and now I feel like she's ditched me. Ditched me for another even more competitively fucked up girl. I feel like running at Bec and screaming "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! SHE WAS MY FRIEND FIRST!!"
That would be a little too crazy, though.
I am left to hope that Ashlee will at least stay my friend, and maybe start hating Bec. Fingers crossed.

Anyway, I honestly have nothing else.

Much love,
Louie