....I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive

Someone just sent me this is an e-mail:
Silky hair frames her face
A face of beauty and timeless grace
Her eyes are large, round yet empty
Where shadows lie, there are secrets...plenty

The mirror hides what’s deep inside
A broken smile hides helpless cries.

Cute.

Well it's Wednesday and as I'm typing this at twenty past 3 in the afternoon I'm not in Rossendale. Nikki got some bad news about her mother so couldn't make it so I got up late, Nikki came round, we went out and got a subway and a Corenetto ice-cream and now she's gone again to see her mother and then to go out with Pete for a Chinese.

In the words of the White Stripes; "I just don't know what to do with myself". I think I shouldn't have been so optimistic about the next 3 weeks; it'll all be a disaster. Even I know that. Don't think Chink will even come round despite the tickets being bought and everything. I texted him and pranked him today and he's not even text me back. Which makes me think. Decided, I hate it. In one of them moods completely. Just feel like shit with nothing to do and with me that is never a good combination for anything. Gen isn't even texting me back which makes me think that I've done something wrong but what that wrong is, I don't know. I need to do something and hear from people cause I am getting dead paranoid and I know it's stupid but I hate ebign on my own and I go into thinking overdrive.

Fuck sake.