It's ultimatly our choice.

You heard me. Thats all it is, we are the only ones that can decide how we want to be.

anyways.. it's my birthday soon.. 17.. wow, not all that excited, not that many people will bother with it much anyways, just mum dad and a few others. Dad is taking me out to see spider man 3.. i'm gunna get Sam and Connor to come hopefully.

Last night was Emma's 18th, was pretty fun, I broke my 7 week of no weed thing.. and some cunt named Michael (who I have met on previous occasions) felt up Keight whilst Scott was dropping Jess off, in which Keight was about to break a bottle over his head, Donkey and myself got to him first and got the bitch by the throat and held him on a car bonnet.. if I didn't have a beer in my hand I would have hit him hard. What he did was fucking low, I might be a whore but I don't go grabbing chicks asses that I don't know. He used the excuse "I thought it was my friend Cassie" or something. Doesn't matter if he knew her, shouldn't be grabbing your friends asses either. Next time I see him he's dead. Scott was about to hit him with a glass stick thing when he got back.