i will not be the next lewis bradley
i will not be the next lewis bradley
i will not be the next lewis bradley

although it's like my life dream to be on stage in the west end.
i know i won't even get there.
some people are much better singers than me.
some people have a rich dad who knows everyone.
some people deliberately tell me they want to work in theatre.
i know im not the only one that loves musicals and would like to perform
but since when did YOU ever start liking them.
oh yes, i forgot, since you came to MY birthday party to see WICKED.
srsly. this sounds pretentious but, people stop copying me.
i know you can sing like a fucking angel.
and you know it.
thats what annoys the hell out of me.
its not fair.
now i feel terrible because of you right now, and your one of my best friends.
and i know im making a big deal out of nothing; but this is how its made me feel.
i want to stay sixteen forever. scrap stupid a levels.
im purposefully not mentioning a name.
because really i don't want anyone to know.
but i guess most of you will guess who im on about.
but this is kinda like... idk a diary of some sort.

RANT OVER.
im okay now, just completely pessimistic.

ROBYN I BOUGHT A CALCULATOR -dances-
well my dad did, but know i can do work in Maths haha.
I also have mini highlighters (:


SKINS TONIGHT = should make me feel happy.
for some reason it doesn't.

now i need to go and revise bliming history for a test fourth period tomorrow.