HEY, I see more people read this story and then don't review man come on if you like it then review tell me what you like, what you want to see more of come on guys this a give and take relationship here.

Anyway for the few people that do read and review I just want to say that you guys are AWESOME and thank you so much for your kind words of encourage meant they mean a lot to me.

So now to put ford, to you this question do you think that Legolas should have a girlfriend, and if so, why? And what type of girlfriend should he have (if you tell me this I can create him one out of the ideas you have given to me).

Anyone can give me feed back on this I don't care you could even say you don't want him to have one or that you want to be his girlfriend (like you know if you have a character modeled after you (like me my character might make an entrance in this story) so review and tell me what you think of this idea.

Dear Journal

Bloody hell!

Hate my life. You-know-who (him who owes me $12 not$10 the evil liar –I used a calculator!) is following me around everywhere. He followed me into the boy's toilets-today. Finally I (understandably) snapped and pushed his head into a sink.

After all, was just about to kill myself and had been waiting all day for the toilets to be empty, and then I couldn't kill myself anyway, coz of Aragon (this was muttered).

He's puny for a jock. I held his head under the tap for a while. He actually looked a bit scared of me when I pulled him out. OH YEAH.

He told me he was following me around because he'd just done a first aid course and wanted to practice on me (apparently there'd soon be an opportunity for him to use his first aid "skills", BARSTARD using me just because I'm troubled).

HATE Aragorn, BARSTARD.

My life is so hard, no one cares, my own mother doesn't care, OH hateful world why do you despise me so, to have the heart to cruse me with such a life, poor me, poor me, I'm so alone.

Anyway, so thought my mum put chicken in my soup last night, and I of course was so right, and then when I confronted her with it.

She was all like: oh sweetie darling don't get so upset eat your soup.

I was like: MUM (starting to get really angry with the whole situation)

Then "Dad" was all like: just shut up and eat your goddamned soup son.

And then mum was like: please honeys just eat your soup.

And then I was like (through gritted teeth): mum you know I can't eat that.

Then she was like: why's that honey.

Then I was like still through gritted teeth): because mum I'm a …

Then dear old dad was like: pussy

And then I was like (after that last comment I pulled it together and was calm and collected):I'M A FUCKINKING VEGETARIAN! YOU MORON! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I DON'T EAT MEAT! I HATE YOU!

Then dad was all like: DON'T SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE …

Then mum was like: TED!

Then he was all like: WHAT!

Then she was all like: DON'T' YOU EVER SPEAK TO MY SON LIKE THAT AGAIN!

Then he was all like: (silent)

Then I was all like: YEAH SO SHAME ON YOUR NAME MOM LIKES ME BEST, SHAME TED, SHAME (dose victory dance on top of table but some how mange's to end up flat on his back with soup on his head).

Anyway have to go now I think I will not try to kill myself tonight but will cut my wrists and pant a picture to convey my hurt, pain and inner turmoil, to the world and for this I shall use my own blood.

LATER