Reading kaizley's journal

I am going to start a short series, describing the pain and the slowly occuring madness that is brought on from staying at home for the WHOLE duration of my summer holidays, beucase my mother is a slack, nazi bitch WHO WON'T LET ME LEAVE!

DAY 6

I am starting almost a week in, only because I have only realised how mad I am becoming. The boredism is overwhelming and my legs are hurting from lack of movement. Three people know about my present situation, and none think it is entirely fair that I am missing ALL of the Christmas parties that are happening. I'm not allowed to go out to the beach, even though the weather is sooo soooo nice. I'm not even allowed to go to the movies!

Maybe I should force everybody to come and party with me here, while my mother is off seeing my grandmother. Hopefully when she is gone I will be able to go out at least twice!

It's only been 6 days in, and it feels like a life time. I now know what it's like in jail, and personally I HATE IT.

I need my social interaction! I haven't seen any of my friends for a week! The television is even mocking me!

LET ME OUT!!!!! LET ME OUT!!!!

At least I have my MSN and my iPod... but it would be great if I had my friends and MY HEALTH! I don't even have health!!!

Seven weeks of no social interaction is soo not good for me. I'll get back to school and be soo out of the circle. Mum is trying to turn me into her! ANTI-SOCIAL! but I hate being anti social... I NEED PEOPLE!! at least once a week.

I thought this was going to be more narrative.... but it didn't work very well.

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."