Hi, so i'm a bit new to this but hey, i need a place to get my mucho complex life down on paper (e-paper, whatever).

So, today's been interesting to say the least. I got a phone call from a girl whom i don't know saying that "people are talking about me behind my back" well thank you captainobvious i'm a teenage girl i'd be a tad naive if i didn't think people bitched about me. "that people think i'm making thigs about my boyfriend up" well woop de doo we've been down that road before, i just don't get girls anymore.

Add the fact that now we've left school i see hardly any of my friends anymore and you've arrive slap bang in the middle of a big fat bowl of depression which happens to be my life. It's fantastic when you think your friends are there to pick you up but really they're the ones dragging you down.

But i'd rather not complain too much. I'd kill for the life of an American Upper East Sider, ah the pleasures of designer clothes and backstabbing girls. If your gunna go down, at least do it in Gucci.