Dear Diary,
I'm shitting myself. My dad's just told me that we're moving out of Cambridge and moving to Manchester (Stockport). I love how my dad is so rich, because he spoils me rotten and I get what I want. But not always. Because he is rich, this means I have to move around all the time just for him to stay rich.
I've just got use to Cambridge and the posh snobs there, and now I have to go to Manchester. What even is Stockport? I bet it's full of low life, drugged up children trying to be older than they really are. I've heard a lot about Manchester, you see it on the news and stuff. You know, the children in schools never learn, adults are out raving until all hours. I can't believe how stupid my dad is being, for once in his life could he not listen to how I feel?
I think it's sad. I've never really had a best friend. You know, somebody you can share secrets with and do fun things with. Well I did, years ago. When I was really young I went to a nursery in Harrow and my best friend was called Jessica, but I called her Jess. She was always moving around and then I never spoke to her since. Now the tables have changed and I'm always moving around. I think I'm immune to having a best friend now. Maybe it's something wrong with me?
My parents never care about my childhood, you know... Letting me grow up and be free. Its always me me me, I I I, daddy knows best. More like daddy knows where to put his money.
Anyway, I'm going to sleep on the idea of me moving to somewhere else. AGAIN! I may as well listen to some good music whilst I'm at it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2QdDbelmY
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