A letter about irrational rage
July 2007
Dear Roz,
I looked out of my window today and immediately felt clouds gathering. Pathetic fallacy (I think? Just learned that in Eng, lolz) for the clouds in the sky.
It’s the worst Summer of my life, and I know it is for you too because you’re at Nana Maureen’s, but I am stuck here in Manchester where it has rained AND been windy EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
There’s only so much Sims 2 I can play! Oh and btw, I left the GHDs on your desk for so long that they burned a mark, so now Mum has confiscated those too!
And I keep getting told off for slamming doors, for rolling my eyes. But nobody gets it. How am I supposed to live my Skins teenage life when my hair looks so fucking horrible day in, day out?!?!
Is it not bad enough that I’m a size 16 and have really wide feet? Now the WEATHER has to conspire to make me look ugly too.
Anyway. Sorry again about your desk. How is it at Nana’s? Mum said you had been to London to see the Lion King - what’s the weather like there?
Jess x