Post by tegan amelia hastings on Oct 29, 2012 23:07:39 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]TEGAN AMELIA HASTINGS
CITIZEN. TWENTY-TWO. COLLEGE STUDENT. FLIRTY. STUBBORN. WILD. OUTGOING. RESTRICTED.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcpiilmO281qk2mdro3_250.jpg)][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]age ten dear diary, father won the election. mum doesn't seemed to thrill, though, which is a little odd. she seemed so supportive of him and his trip to winning the position, but during the party, she was quiet. dad, on the other hand, has been drinking and laughing. it's nice that he has a chance to relax because he has been so stressed and tired lately. the only bad thing, though, is that there are so many photographers. i hate photographers so much, and mum said they'll never stop taking pictures of us. she says that we'll be in the public eye way too much to mess up. i don't really know what that means, but i just nod most of the time. she's very controlling when she wants to be, but i think some of it has to do with stress. maybe that's why mum isn't happy about the election; she doesn't want the photographers around and wants them to just go away. age fifteen dear diary, dad is at it again. he's still on his power trip because it doesn't seem that anyone could beat him in the election. this means we have to have more 'family bonding' and are taking a trip into the country. what it really means is that dad is trying to convince mum not to leave him for the thousandth time by promising no paparazzi around on our vacation. i bet he casually forgot to mention all the hospital visits that we'll be taking, courtesy of his blackberry. maybe if he actually gave a bloody damn we'd be going somewhere warm, like i want. i think he forgot (again) that my birthday is next week. i wouldn't be surprised. mum probably will remember, but the only person that's counting down with me is martin. oh martin. he's adorable and makes my heart flutter. he's seventeen and one of dad's friend's son, and he's coming too. honestly, he's so gorgeous and kind and charming that i just want to kiss him all the time. dad said martin is a respectable gentleman, but all i want to do is rip his pants off. personally, that's not a bad thing in my opinion. but, of course, i have to be a good girl and smile for the camera's and be kind and all that rubbish. dad just wants the papers to think i'm good. age twenty dear diary, dad's had an affair and it got into the papers. i knew it would get in the papers, but i knew about the affairs. it was with one of the publicists, the blond one with the big titties. they were always sneaking off together. and dad had been worried i would be a hassle. mum moved out already and is living in the flat across london. i wish i could go too, but martin told me that would be a bad idea. i wish i didn't care about what martin thought, but i do. he's my best friend and i love him, although he doesn't know that. instead he's been sleeping with katherine, and i've just had to deal. the only thing is that i haven't listen to him about the partying thing. i just want to feel numb sometimes, and the only way to do that is by drinking all the time. the paparazzi have figure it out, but there's nothing i want to do to change it. dearest daddy has been screwing a blond and mum is trying not to get wrinkles. sometimes i wish he never won this bloody election ten years ago. age twenty-two now that martin is living in france (thanks to katherine, who just had to design fashion in paris), i have nothing here in london. dad says i have to move to boston for better education and a better life. that really means he wants me away from him to not cause a scene anymore. it probably has to do with the breast cancer awareness benefit that i ruined. whatever. mum lives in boston too, but she wants me to live somewhere else. says it'll give me freedom, and i don't blame her. dad controls everything and i'm so damn tired of it. there's nothing i could ever do that's right, and if going to boston means i can make everything better, then so be it. i'm not stopping him from shipping me off. besides, i want to compare their british literature classes to my own history; that'll be an easy a. |
