Dixie currently feels:

 Depressed

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Watching the news just reminds you of how short life is.

Every day, it seems somebody is killed on the roads surrounding my town.

Every day, it seems a body has been found on a shorline or forest surrounding my town.

Every day, it seems somebody in a hospital in my town is dying of something.

I refuse to watch the fucking news again.

Bear in mind - I was watching the news, after arguing with my cunt of a mother.

She claims I talk shite - and all I was fucking doing was being honestly truthful with her about how distant I think we are.

Well fuck her.

I ground my teeth for the entire duration of the news - the story I wanted to see was on last.

- About some little chavvy kid who'd been banned from nursery school for having tram lines shaved into his hair.

Tram lines are chavvy - but this little dude was quite cute with them.

Even so.

I'm sick of having to wear long sleeves or arm warmers.

They're hot, uncomfortable and itchy - and Spring is finally becoming warmer, it's not the best time for having to wear them.

Yet, I want to get SR back out.

I just tidied my room, hoovered it over, emptied my backpack and put all my laundry away.

Thus, I moved SR from my desk to the stationery drawer - he was making the place look untidy.

But now I want to hack at my now-healing cuts.

Only the four bad ones that bled a lot are still really showing up.

The others are just dark pink lines, or scabbed skin which is healing over.

The ones that bled are still covered with blooded scabs.

I want to pick them.

I want to open them again.

I want to bite them and claw them and make them bleed again.

I completed Pokémon Mystery Dungeon last night.

The ending is all about losing friends.

And the fact I named my Eevee Emily, doesn't help.

I saved a baby dragon named Emily on Spyro 3 earlier, too.

The 3rd egg in Sunny Villa is named Emily - I got her by doing the first lizard skateboard challenge.

My lightbulb's popped too - so I'm sat here with my spotlight lamp aimed at the ceiling.

It makes the room go yellow.

Now I'm itchy behind my ears.

Maybe I shouldn't have washed my hair twice.

Or maybe I shouldn't have used that hair & body gel.

Argh, now the sides of my face are itchy too.

I was washing my hair earlier - and a proper massive glob of Herbal Essences citrus shite splatted me right in the face.

I just stood there, with my left eye squeezed shut from instinct - looking at the orange goo on my nose, thinking: "...What the fuck happened there?"

Nair is the greatest product ever.

Dad got me two sachets for 88p.

And now my legs and my underarms are silky soft.

I did the little patch below my belly-button too - it wasn't majorly hairy beasty, but it annoyed me.

Now it's all smooth. :) 

"Majorly hairy beasty"

- Fucking LOL.