July 17th 1998
Primary school finished. What a load of rubbish! Very little has happened in my life up till now. Still hasn't, to be honest. I mean, I'm a bad man, I do what I want, when I want. I hate my Dad for what he did and I hate my Mum because, well, everything. She wants me to do well at school, but she doesn't know what's best for me. I play by my own rules, don't need no help. To me, popularity is more useful than anything, and that's what I am. Popular. There is no place I'd rather be right now!