Diary Of Teenage Moz

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Diary, 25th of october '76
Its not a surprise to say that the day hasn't been going good so far. I woke up too late and didn't hear my alarm so my dad woke me and made me go to school. I didn't want to because i'd rather not have the Mr Stonewell yell at me for no reason other than him being a ugly, conservative pity of a man in a midlife crisis. Why should I give any time to people like him? I went to school but the closer I got to the building the more I felt sick. I almost passed out at the thought of going there. It was so bad that a lady on the streets asked me if I was alright. I lied and I said yes and joined the first class of english with the one teacher at this hellhole of school, that is actually a tiny bit intelligent. Afterwards, sports was on the table. I don't think I even have to say this but I think I'd prefer crawling naked from my house to London, while eating my own shoes- than participate in sports class. As always; no excuses worked and i had to play football in the end. The thing is, physical education just gives mean people the oppurtunity to be even more mean to their classmates, only that now they can say that it's 'part of the game'. Also, our sports teacher is a threat to human life! He's so horrible that I find myself wishing he'd just break down and die (he's old enough).
At least I'm still alive! After I changed my clothing to the ordinary boringness again, I was informed that we'd have a maths lesson instead of, how I thought, biology now. That was too much for me, I didn't have my books nor any homework done. I'd rather have my dad be angry that I skipped school than my headmaster be angry that I didn't have homework done!
It was too much to bear, so I decide to give up for today. Heading for the exit as the bell rings and everyone shuffled back to the unhappy classrooms of St Mary’s School of Suffering, I ran down to the safety of the town (That's Manchester) and spent the afternoon browsing its record shops.

“Do you have Too Much Too Soon by the New York Dolls?” I asked in every shop. The album was released last week, but has sold out in every shop I tried, and I grew increasingly desperate.
When I finally did find it, I felt great. I must have smiled the entire way home and didn't once consider jumping in front of a car.
At home, mum greeted me with lunch and the words "Darling, you look so happy. Tell me about your school day?"
"It wasn't special" I said and then went back to my room without the lunch. Now I regret not talking more to my mother a bit, she must worry about me so much! I am very sorry for that. I spent the rest of the day sulking in my room and listening to music. I'm not hungry enough to eat dinner weirdly even though I haven't eaten anything all day. Is that normal?
Nevermind- I have to go to school tomorow, so I should probably sleep now.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep. Oh, sleep is amazing. My stomach really hurts and so does my hand still... ouch. Have to lie to other way around.
Now I am lying in my bed and writing instead of closing my eyes. I think about the New York Dolls album and just can't help but smile. Maybe tomorow I will fall in love or get a dog or a good grade and it will be a special, special day. Billy always says I shouldn't be so pessimistic. But it's just so hard beung optimistic in this world! Of course tomorow won't be special. And the day after tomorow won't be special either. Because why would it be? I doubt my life will ever be special. I will probably work in a factory and become fat and stupid. Tomorow will be like every other morning of my miserable existence in mournful Manchester(Do you like the alliteration?). I will genuinely stop writing this now, after all, there's only 2 more years of my life I have to do what they say and then I'm free! Guardian, NME, Sunday Times, please notice me. I'll take The Sun too...just let me write!
In lonelyness, shyness, wittiness
Steven

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