Regan's Story

This is Regan's diary. No one is allowed to read through this unless
they can fully understand what it is like to be a teenager. With that
in mind please carry on reading...

March 3rd

The day started good. Sex in the morning a quick coffee and then off to
work for the boring day ahead. Honestly, Tesco does get boring after 3
years of working there. Fucking customers and that annoying constant
beeping of the bar-code thingy. Sorry that isn't very scientific but I
frankly don't give a shit. I have been working there so long that I can
actually tell what someone's personality is like by what they eat!
Depressing. Hand hurting, I'll write tomorrow.

March 4th

Got crabs. Piss take. Bloody boyfriend.

March 5th

Crabs still thriving. I think they are starting a colony. I dumped the
boyfriend. Well, I didn't have crabs before and all of a sudden they
have set up home in my knickers. So put two and two together, he
cheated. Fucking slut.

March 6th

I think I am going to give the crabs names. They are so unbelieveably
itchy! I don't want to go to the doctors, he might be a perv and get
off by seeing my..y'know. I'll try and kill them with TCP.

March 7th

4 days without sex! Ahhhh. The madness has set in. I used TCP and now
my "y'know" is now not only incredibly itchy, but it stings like hell!
I want to die.

March 8th

Fired from Tesco for being un-hygenic. I don't see how I was.
Nevermind, I was finding it hard to sit still because of the crabs
anyway.

March 9th

THE CRABS HAVE GONE!!!!!!!

March 10th

Going out tonight to pull! I might get lucky! Wayhey!!!

March 11th

Got lucky. New lad lying next to me. We shagged all night! I think we
woke up the whole of the street!

March 12th

New lad hasn't called.

March 13th (Friday!)

caught crabs from that bloke from the other night. I'm topping myself.
So this is my suicide note......I TRYED!