We got a message. From David Hampton. It just says if we want to know who he is and why he has done this to us, to meet him on a pier in Dorset on Tuesday evening, the 15th. I am absolutely petrified.

What if he has a gun or something and tries to kill us all? He definetly hates us enough. If we’re on a boat there’ll be nobody to hear us scream. I need to talk to the producers and make sure thay have some kind of emergency strategy – or the police waiting nearby. I can’t stand this. I can’t stand it. Jonathon please I need you so much right now.

This will be it. Oh Lord my saviour, walk with me in this valley of fear. Shine a light in this blackness and guide us to your goodness. Amen.

Emma has finally been struck a blow but it’s different to everyone else… Jude spilled something boiling on her face and now she has really big ugly scarring across half her beautiful face! Someone as image-obsessed as her is obviously gutted and I feel awful for her. Was it an accident? I don’t even know. I don’t trust anyone anymore. Every single person has been suspected now.

Turns out Jude is also homosexual, which totally shocked me. Maybe it explains why he overcompensated being a real ‘lad’. He has a lot of self-hate over the issue and continues to deny it – but Hampton posted pictures of him being very intimate with another man – it’s just not worth denying it Jude.

I have to admit to finding it a bit difficult though, as the bible so clearly states that same-sex relationships are wrong. I wrestle with this because in my heart I feel that love is love and that if two people are happy together, it shouldn’t matter what sex they are. I will pray on this. Actually, I’m praying more than ever now because I really believe I am in a hell-on-earth situation, and need the guidance of the Lord more than ever now.

But no one seems to care about me. Or what I’ve lost. Tete can get off the drugs, Emma can get plastic surgery and Jude will be fine. But I’m never getting back what I’ve lost. Not ever.

Oh. Emma has ‘casually’ dropped that I’m DH several times now, I don’t think she honestly could believe that but she certainly enjoys the emotional blackmail element of it. She’s raging about the place in the background as I write this, making a big scene about her poor face, absolutely no dignity for the situation. I bet it doesn’t even leave a scar. Whereas my heart is broken forever

All that’s left to do is stew in this awful bus, hating each other; hating ourselves.

Well turns out Emma and Dieter have started a relationship. Woop dee doo. I couldn’t care less. They both seem to hate me anyway. For all I know they could have planned this from the start, both of them, orchestrating the whole thing for their amusement. I mean you notice how nothing dirty has come out on that blog about either of them??

Well something finally happened and oh gosh it’s a big one. Bloody David Hampton again. Kian’s gotten it this time. His ‘mix cd’ that was fleabayed finally got back, he puts it on and it’s a recording of him confessing to Dieter a while ago that he hit a kid with his car while drink-driving and drove off in a panic.

He might well have killed him! He doesn’t know of course. Anyway we’ve all found out now and it’s just awful. I can’t even look him in the eye anymore knowing what he’s done.

It’s a horrible thing to have happened to him, and a horrible thing in general, and the most horrible is probably stupid Hampton and nowgetbacktoreality going to CONSIDERABLE lengths to make sure we all know and Kian’s life falls apart.

50 Things that are being Killed by the Internet

1) The art of polite disagreement
While the inane spats of YouTube commencers may not be representative, the internet has certainly sharpened the tone of debate. The most raucous sections of the blogworld seem incapable of accepting sincerely held differences of opinion; all opponents must have “agendas”.

2) Fear that you are the only person unmoved by a celebrity’s death
Twitter has become a clearing-house for jokes about dead famous people. Tasteless, but an antidote to the “fans in mourning” mawkishness that otherwise predominates.

Been spending a lot of time online at the moment to try to get away from the unpleasant atmosphere in the bus, I figrue it the internet can do a lot of harm really. Just look at Hampton’s blog.

I just want to go home. I hate this. I hate all of it. I want my boyfriend back. I have no one. My brilliant wonderful summer, haha, how stupid of me. The one thing I’ve learned, if anyone is still bothering to read this (and not the stupid David Hampton blog instead) is that if someone is determined to ruin your life they can and they will.

Never trust anyone. That’s all I can say at this point.

Not to say that I don’t feel bad for her. But look at the evidence. She lies around all day and no one suspects a thing. It’s not fair.

Tete’s been outside all day again. She’s still really heartbroken about what happened with Billy of course. Everyone is being really nice to her about it, even though, you know, she jumped into bed with someone who couldn’t be trusted which was a big mistake, and then let him get her back onto drugs.
No one seems to care about my situation at all. Well I think she’s been gone the whole time…. ample opportunity for posting a few attention-seeking photos online right? Snapshots of stuff on the bus? I wouldn’t be surprised by anything at this point.

Pro 27:6 Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.

Okay, this might sound absolutely crazy but, is there any chance do you think that someone on the bus might be behind it? I don’t know. Everyone here seems to hate my guts, Dieter’s been pretty bloody blasé about the whole thing, and Tete is just being Little Miss Tragedy, everyone is so sympathetic to her about Billy and her ‘withdrawl’ from the drugs, no one seems to notice my broken heart. I’m sorry, but when it comes to drugs – everyone knows the dangers. You make your bed… Jude is just sulking and Kian is sitting around all day staring out the window. I don’t know.

People are capable of more than you think, I guess.