Dear Diary,

Finally Bosnia Boy is getting out of my life, all because he loves my Grandad. The freak actually agreed to take the blame for the burnt pillow and the nearly burnt house. I don't care which one caused the fire, brain-dead Grandad or charity case, but whichever one leaves I'll be glad to see the back of them.

Today at the Fete, Bosnia Boy punched me so hard that he split my lip, not realising that this could be another reason for him to pack his bags. I can't wait for him to get out of my life!