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im stuck for words. i don't know what it is but when im wandering around the town, enjoying the fruits of the world. I have so many ideas about the world. So many opinions that i want to share and discuss but when it comes to fingers and keyboard time, im lost, stuck, the words and ideas are just not there.

I blame parliament.

Im feeling rather repressed. Heres a little bio on me; im 16. Now all through growing up i thought it was about time i had a little bit of say in my life. And i guess i do. but theres always something those few things that makes it so ill never really be in total control of my life. For instance i have two flesh holes in one of my ears, and i decided to make one of them bigger. Good old daddy-o pulled that angry face like i had served some great injustice upon him, im sorry but what does it haave to do with him. Its my ear im defacing. I never understtod what peoples problems were with they way other people looked. I mean sure i make passing comments but the way people dress is there personal chose, right.

theres so many boundaries in this world. so meany things we're just told we can't do. because weree too younge, too old, not the right gender or not ready. How does anyone know. I havnt really seen the world but ive meet a few people that could bust down stereotypes quite quickly. 15 year old gir;s that act as mature as fully grown women. And fully grown women stomp there feet and kick bins over.

Anyway the repression strikes again so i must be off. I apologise Emma that this blog doesn't meet the standards of a few of my other ones but you put me on the spot here.