Diary of a Screwup

Who am I?

Theif, Fighter, Hero, Basterd, Drugie, Legend, Top boy, Screwup...

I've been called all these names before and most are pretty acurate. My name is Jat a young teenager who like my freinds has just taken the wrong path. I am 15 years old and over this past month shits really hit the fan.

I woke up and slung my arm to the left of my bed reaching for my cigarette packet, drat my last fag I remember thinking. I sat up scratched my head and pulled my lighter from my jacket poket which was on the end of my bed. I pulled my head around from the spining blur it was, straighting my vision in the process. I noticed my Windprofe lighter was dead (Out of Gas). So I grabed a match from inside my fag packet.



Turning on my phone and jumping in my window to see the sun just rissing on a beautifull Sunday morning. Once my phone turned itself on I quickly put on a song from quite possibly one of Britan's greatest Rock and Roll bands ever, Oasis. Scrolling down my massive list of songs I chosse Oasis-Slide Away. "Let me be the one who shines with you, in the morning we don't know what to do". I watched the sun rise before striking a match on the window ledge outside to smoke my cig gently puffing away I try to remember the crazy events of last night.