I usually have a cast iron belly!
Today had "the runs" "shitting through the eye of a needle" "pooing rusty bath water".
I was in class and "sharted" and had to sneak to the toilet and clean my knickers the best I could.
On the way home my friend Alexandra pulled up in her little green Datsun and asked if I wanted to go to the Grid Iron to check out the boys so I jumped in.
Later that night I found myself in the back of the Datsun with some fat boy while Alexandra was on the grass in the park with a really annoying American boy.
Although I was a tad bored the fat boy was keen to "go down so I let him".
I arrived home late and as I was putting my PJs on I saw the huge skid mark in my knickers , Ahhhhh I had forgotten, it must have stunk for the poor fat boy.

Dear Diary,
woke up late feeling like crap.
That time of the month.
Track pants, sheets all covered in blood.
Jumped in the shower.
Should have soaked pants and sheets.
Sniffed clothes on floor to see what was wearable.
Ate cold pizza for breakfast and skulled flat coke.
Just made bus for school.
Decided I hate being a re entry high school student.
I am too old to hang out with the teenage students and too immature to hang with the 40 year old divorced women re entry students.
Home.
Did washing, will take a few more washes to get gear clean.