4:41 p.m. - 2004-07-19
crackbrain
CRACKBRAIN!
You know, sometimes a journal can be sorta interesting, very well written, and loved by critics, and I can still really have no interest in it at all. Guess what? This was the case with your journal.
Especially after reading the last diary I reviewed earlier today, what's the difference? You were hardcore at a very early age, you're very angsty, you write with pretty decent intelligence, but I just don't give a shit about what you talk about. The overwhelming feeling I got was just kinda sadness. Like, losing your virginity to someone in a truck really doesn't sound like an ideal place. Really, what is the point of getting drunk at 14 years old? That's just not right. Like I said to this other chick, you'll have plenty of time to fuck up your life later, you don't have to go out and do it all at one time. Like, "Ooh, I'm a big girl, I want to go get hooked on meth so all my problems float away!" Wow, that's an INGENIOUS solution. Way to go.
After a couple of entries, all the talk of your friends and friend drama got old and annoying. I did think this one was funny, if only for the whole "BBF" thing.
I didn't like your diary. I don't really enjoy reading about teenagers who seem dead set on ruining their lives. I mean, you have the intelligence, the talent, the hotness, and all that stuff, but you're wasting it on brain dead activities. *shakes head* But, whatever blows your skirt up.
I give you a 65.
