My birthday was okay... there wasn't much wrong with it really but it was kind of a non-event, I was meant to be going bowling with my sister but she kinda... horrifically burned herself on her soup the day before so that was out - I don't mind, of course. It wasn't her fault but instead all we did was go for a coffee and a rushed shopping trip before we got back home and my mom didn't say Happy Birthday to me for hours. Actually while my Gran and Grandad were there she barely talked to me at all.

She kinda has a habit of treating us like children when we have visitors, even if it's my grandparents who we see every week and who know full well that we are in fact capable of stringing two sentences together.

My older sister didn't show, she'd been on a course from work and got home late.

I did have some nice presents though, lots of cool Marilyn Monroe stuff like a DVD box set and books, some jewellery, a really cool book on American advertising... a cute sewing kit, lots of nice stuff

The Boy text me in the morning wishing me a happy birthday and I didn't reply - put me in a foul mood though... and today he asked how my day had been and I answered him pretty curtly. Apparently he'd consulted my friend Klee on whether or not he should text me and decided against her advice, he's "not giving up" on me talking to him. Fucking idiot, last time we really talked he said that he was "still the same person" I knew before, too fucking right. He's still the same person who's been making my life a misery for months, who's harassed me and stalked me and ignored me telling him to back off. I bet if I read through my blog (which is turning into some kind of whinger's corner) I'd be really shocked at the stuff he's done that I'd forgotten about. I don't want to be at uni, I hate going in because he's there waiting for me, talking to my friends to get at me and because he's too much of a dumbfuck to make any of his own.

I can't be any plainer. I don't know what to do.

xx