Vive La Derriere!

I'm such a stupid, stupid, stupid girl! Can't believe myself! Nothing ingenious, brilliant or original about me. I can't do anything right. I can't get anything other than wrong. I just can't FUCKING do it! Christ, my stupidity will be the stuff of legends, hopefully after but probably before I die. Stupid, stupid girl! Worthless human being occupying the planet, probably taking up someomne far more worthy's space. Stupid girl! I don't matter one whit and I'm the only thing that matters at all. Blithering idiot. Not an atom of anything remotely new, nothing that hasn't been said before, seen before, hated or loved before. My school teachers got it disastrously wrong. Pump me up with encouragement, set me up to fall to my death of disappointment in myself. Average BLOODY average! Unparalleled foolishness and irresponsibility. Unsurpassed immaturity. Just die, why are you even breathing? Waste of bloody space! CHRIST! There aren't enough words. Daft, hackneyed, torpid, gorked, puerile, commonplace, dull, still not enough bloody words!!

"Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."

P.S. I expect no comments, what the hell can you say to such dribble anyways?

I love London. Can't wait to get back. America is a strange land, with very large things in it, it is full of suspiciously friendly people, everyone wants to converse about stupid things like stuff at Home Depot. I long to return to London. I yearn to be surrounded by strangers who don't want to talk to me and expect me to be as cold and distant as they are. I yearn for buses and tubes and the freedom to go where I want when I want (public transport is brilliant). I long for the consistent hum of British accents. I miss my friends (all 4.5 of them). I miss Boots instead of CVS. Can't wait to get back.