Lewis King.

Everyone was posting something about last night, so here we go. My night started with a trip to the station, where I was walking across the car-park and confronted by a kid from school. He shouted, (apparently I’d called him a pig, after he’d said my hair was shit) School is pathetic. Anyway, I’m confronted and punched twice, in the jaw, in the nose. I push him away and get to the station where I start bleeding, lots. Walking to the toilets I see a friend, and I clear myself up, walking back through the station with my favorite drink, (Red bull is a god-send) A train pulls up from Stansted, and the rest of the people I was meant to be meeting arrived, and saw the damage, they pursued the boy but nothing happened.

We went to see Buster Shuffle and Matt Horne, they were both rather good, and the music took away the pain. The thing that brought it back again was seeing Laura, I wanted a really good night, away from all the shit that has happened in the past 3 weeks, but there you go, I don’t deserve one apparently.

Depressed, hurting and bleeding, I had a really great night. Thanks to those who tried to cheer me up, I don’t deserve you.

It’s so innovative, it looks like magic.

I would like to thank Charlotte Doyle, because she has made me feel a lot better this week and it means a lot to me that she took time to do so. :)