February 9th 2001- In Love

School again. I was talking to Jack about song writing in music today. He’s got a band and he writes songs too. I was telling him about my predicament, the way I write a song and then a few days later discover someone already has something similar. I was telling him about my latest song “Mechanical Happiness” and the parallel the title has with Marilyn Manson’s “Mechanical Animals” and how Tina thought I should change the title to “Automated Happiness”. He told me simply “Don’t change your stuff.” Now a little thing like that might not mean much too anyone else, you would have to be me to be inspired and touched by such a comment because it seemed to me he was expressing belief in me, telling me that my songs where strong enough to stand out and and reach people wether they have similar sounding titles or not. It meant so much to me to know that someone had belief in my songs. In the light of this I think it is time to confess something in these pages that I said I would never reveal, what harm can it do? Jack is the one. Jack is the person I can’t seem to dispel from my thoughts. I don’t know what it is about him, he’s like a magnet to me he’s just so damn cute and so sweet and so inspirational and although I barely know him I’m certain he has vision and depth like me. I want him so bad that it hurts every time I think of him, he’s different from everyone I’ve ever liked before, he’s exactly what I’ve been looking for. He stands out from everybody else, he knows who he is and he’s not afraid to show it, no matter what other people might think of him he doesn’t back down and he doesn’t change just to fit in. I just can’t help it, I can’t say I love him as I honestly don’t know him well enough, at least I shouldn’t be able to say that, but hell I do! I believe in love at first sight and I love Jack and I have loved him since the first day he was in my music class and since then I’ve grown to love him more. I might die if I can’t have him.


Mechanical Happiness

You used to be my inspiration,

You didn’t judge me like the rest,

You saw me for the person I was,

Not for the way I dressed,

So I watched, watched as you turned away to someone else,

Gave your heart to a prettier face,

Your love to a better life,

Now pain like horse hooves funds my soul,

Still you don’t see-

Mechanical Happiness hides my misery.

Inside I scream, the thoughts in my mind are bitter,

My face is a pantomime screen,

And my head is filled with litter,

Wish I could see beyond the black veil that hides my eyes,

Wish you could see beyond the flesh that’s my disguise.

You see me laugh,

Don’t hear me cry,

You see me smile,

Don’t hear me sigh,

I live on mechanical happiness,

Exterior is not interior,

From outside you can’t see,

The blackness that lives inside of me,

I live on mechanical happiness,

My smiles are run on reflex,

Take the time to look and see,

Mechanical happiness hides my misery.


February 2nd 2001- Broken Dreams

School again, but at least it is the last day before the weekend and for once the library was actually open! I had to make a stained glass window in art and as my theme is sports I decided to make the window a kind of Wembley memorial because the old stadium is being demolished. So it has two footballers and behind them is the famous twin towers and it’s all done in England’s colours: Red, white and Blue.

It doesn’t look I’ll be going to see Feeder after all. It’s in Edinburgh and Mam doesn’t seem too pleased about this. She was calling Tina a ‘twit’ for thinking we could go to Edinburgh. It wouldn’t be hard to get there on the train, it’s less than an hour, but I didn’t want to argue as it would just have caused trouble. She didn’t actually say I couldn’t go but she made it very clear that she didn’t want me to and so I can’t really because if I go knowing she doesn’t want me to then I’ll just feel guilty. So it’s goodbye to my first gig, the others will just have to go without me, leave the baby to sit in the house because she isn’t old enough to go anywhere by herself. It annoys me sometimes, I’m really upset because I was looking forward to going to that concert. It seems as though Mam thinks I can’t be trusted to go anywhere on my own. I’m going to loose all my friends because every time they ask me to do something I have to tell them I can’t, they’ll just think I’m boring. But no matter what, I won’t argue because I don’t want to cause trouble, so I’ll just have to put up with it and wait for a time when I have a job and am not at school and I can go to all the concerts I want. It’s not fair, things are so boring doing nothing at all but going to the shops and out with the dogs every week with Mam. I wonder how old I’ll need to be before I’m allowed to do things on my own? Grandma came to stay for the weekend. She was moaning because we didn’t have three spare sleeping bags for her bed. She was saying she was going to be very uncomfortable with just one. She’s never happy, every time she comes to stay she finds something to complain about from the cereals we eat to the programmes we watch.

January 24th 2001- Uniforms Are More Important That the People in Them

School has not improved. I really didn’t expect to to. Kelly read my song though and she was impressed. Tomorrow I will show Tina the final version and get her to pass it on to that boy, maybe I’ll even get to show her the melody too without the power failing. My stars for the week in ‘TV Quick’ said than any boundaries that have stopped me becoming a creative success will be broken. Not that I actually believe that stuff but it would be nice if it could be true. It’s rubbish of course. How can a load of planets and stars floating around millions of miles away in space govern what happens in our lives? It’s absurd. And if it were true then it would mean hundreds of other people who are also libra would also become creative success this week. We had better watch because an overload of creation is about to hit us.

I’ve just thought of something my brother told me a few days ago that I’ve been meaning to write down. I found it quite amusing. He told me that a friend of his at school drew a picture and it showed the school on fire. Coming out of there school doors was a line of sweatshirts, and the teachers were holding the pupils back telling them to wait inside until the school uniforms where all safely away from the fire. That’s one perceptive 11 year old. I think it’s a classic depiction that says the teachers think the uniforms are more important than the people in them. It’s so inspiring I’d love to use my artistic skills to produce something similar but on a larger scale. I’ve got this image in my head of a really surreal painting in dark, sombre colours with the lines of uniforms marching along while the children wait their turn to escape the fire. It’s the sort of thing lots of people could identify with, it could have a big impact. I found it amusing anyway given my twisted view on the education system.

January 22nd 2001- My One True Ambition

Yet another weekend has flown by even faster than the one before it. Back to school and the misery it can cause. Music was almost fun today. Tina loved my new lyrics for ‘Angels in Straitjackets’ and she predicted that the lad I want to show it to would feel the same way without me even having to mention him. She was going to take it to him there and then but I want to perfect it first. Like me, she thinks the part that says ‘education has no scope for art, or so it seems’ is very true to life. I think I could reach my target audience with this kind of material, it’s something a lot of people can identify with. Tina wanted to hear the music to with it so I recorded it into the keyboard in music adding all the different instruments and rhythms. It took me ages and just as I was done my bad luck took another strike: the power in the classroom went off and the keyboard turned itself off and all my music was lost! By this point the lesson was practically over so I didn’t have time to do it again. Oh well, I can always do it another day. So you see, music was almost fun but was spoiled by misfortune. As for the rest of the school day, it was as chronic as ever.

Now don’t think that through all this music and boy stuff I’ve been neglecting my one true ambition: to be a writer, because I haven’t. In fact, I doubt wether I could cope with the other stuff without my writing because it provides a path to another world and while I’m writing all else is lost to me, it ceases to exist, it just isn’t important. It becomes just me and my characters and the world they live in, it’s heaven to have such an easy and pleasant way to escape, I pity people who don’t have good imaginations that they can disappear into. So ‘World Against Me’ is still shaping up very nicely. I’m at a point where I am thinking it could be worth while re-writing the first book and keeping it in the frame.

January 21st 2001- Stuck in the House

We were supposed to be going to see Mam’s friend Sandra today but, as the forecast predicted, it was snowing heavily and Mam didn’t want to drive in it, not after what happened to us at Aberfolye in the Christmas holidays, so we had no choice but to stay in. Most of my day was spent upstairs on my keyboard trying to shape up the melody for ‘Angels in Straitjackets’. I also wrote some more great lyrics which I’m very proud of because they clearly express my feelings on the education systems neglect of creative arts.

Half way through the day I received a text message from Tina complaining about how she was bored because she was stuck in the house too so I tried to pursued her to come round and help me with the song, I could use her musical experience, but unfortunately she couldn’t so I had to struggle on alone. After that I kind of lapsed into another trance of longing despair, I’m sure you can guess who is responsible for that. I just kept thinking of way I could tell people how I feel, or ways I could strike a chord with him, because I think I could if I was brave enough. I do talk to him sometimes but I need to find a way to impress him, and I think I know how I might be able to do that: like Tina he is quite musically minded and I intend to impress him with my song writing abilities. I’m going to show him ‘Angles in Strait Jackets’. I’m positive he will like it. Thursday will probably be the best time to do it but if another opportunity arises before then I will take it. It’ll be a start, it might open up an avenue of communication between us if he realises I have a passion for the same kind of music he likes, it’ll show we have something in common. The question is, will I be brave enough to take the first step and show him the song? Why not? After all, it’s not as is I have anything to loose. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like it, simple as that.

January 18th 2001- Who’s Doing the Dishes?

Yet another hellish day at school. Once again boredom was the main motif of the day but there was a large row at home, just when things were getting better (we got a cheque from Dad who lives in Ireland today) but something always has to spoil it. This time it was over the dishes. Me and Lynne and Michael complained because there was hundreds of dishes to be done. Now this could have easily been resolved, we could have just simply said we wouldn’t complain anymore and it would have ended there but Michael and Lynne wouldn’t have it and aggravated the situation by arguing with Mam and it escalated into an upsetting shouting match. Mam was really annoyed and upset. Michael was being really cheeky and nasty to her so he was sent to his room. It might all sound trivial but it didn’t seem that way at the time.

Anyway. I am still hoping I can get that lad I’ve never had a boyfriend before and all my friends have. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before either. I feel so bad and kind of lonely, I’ve been lusting after him for so long and it’s starting to make me feel quiet sick, that’s how bad it is, I truly am going crazy, it feels like my soul is being ripped apart, it’s total torture and I can’t take it anymore. This might sound completely mushy and stupid but I swear it’s the truth: he’s the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. In fact I think about him constantly all day, I feel like I’ve disappeared into some kind of trance, people say things to me and they don’t register, I can’t concentrate on anything anymore,I’m too fretful, that’s probably why my school work is suffering. He’s driving me insane, I feel as if I am not in this world anymore, I feel like I am living in a dream. I think about him when I am asleep too because I dream about him almost every night. Of course I’ve liked people before but never in this way. I feel as though I should do something about it but as I’ve told you before I’m too afraid to say anything to anyone so I’ll just have to bear this hell in silence.

January 11th 2001- It Aint All Doom and Gloom

Today has been a lot more positive. Perhaps I was wrong in a lot of things I said yesterday, it aint all doom and gloom, at least I don’t think it is. Why should I have no chance with that lad? We have things in common, from what I gather from his appearance and the things he says, and also the music he listens to. He is a very similar character to me and people like us are a minority in this society. A lot of what I said yesterday is not true. I do have a chance. Let me tell you why I think so. Before the Christmas holidays he came into our sixth year common room with his friend to play cards with us. He’s usually a very chirpy character but during his time with us he was very quiet and hardly said a word and he wouldn’t look at me straight as if he was afraid I might see something there. He was speaking to me today in class too. Now I know this isn’t positive evidence, it’s very possible I have read things the wrong way, or it’s wishful thinking, so I’m staying quiet. But I can’t help but feel a sort of hope. I should see him again tomorrow so I’ll just wait and see what happens.

Some people have shown an interest in buying our house so we went to look at some ourselves. The ones we went to se where just up the street from where we live now, which will be convenient for school buses but I would feel a bit stupid moving a few doors down.

My friend Tina is planning a holiday to France and she asked me and loads of other people to go, Mam’s not too happy about it though so I don’t think I’ll be going. It sounded like it would be fun, most of the people going are moshers and they all like the same kind of music as me, but they probably won’t be able to get it organised anyway so I don’t suppose it really matters that much. I didn’t argue with Mam over its though because I know we can’t afford it and I don’t like to cause unrest and upset by being difficult. Peace is a very precious thing and every effort should be made to preserve it.