Okay, this is going to sound very very weird and corny and girly and silly and everything I try to avoid sounding like... But...

I have a feeling that falling in love would help me very much.

Argh! I've said it! How humiliating!

I think that something like that to get my mind off everything with Mum and focused on someone else would be perfect. I haven't really liked anyone for AGES. So, boys, watch out, cos my eyes are now open.

*moan* I hate all this cheese. Not that this is bad cheese, I suppose, I could definitely do worse.

Such as...

Allie sat in a corner of the crowded bar, strangely detached from the crowd of dancing people. She sighed and bemoaned her fate. "Oh, woe is me," she cried to herself. "Oh, misery! Oh, calamity!" She watched the dancers, whizzing by, brightly coloured and enjoying themselves, ignoring the dark blighted shadow in the corner that was Allie.

Just then, her eye was caught by a tall mysterious dark cloaked handsome man (who looked peculiarly like Mr Darcy or perhaps Aragorn) who had stopped dead in the door, staring at her amazing beauty.

"Oh, he sees me like no one else sees me!" she cried. "I'm in love!!!"

They ran into each other's arms, pushing aside all else, and stood kissing passionately in the middle of the room while the dancers pulsed around them. "Oh, my love!" cried Allie, her voice breaking. "You have saved me from a fate worse than death!"

He tucked a tendril of hair gently behind her ear and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "I would save you from thousands of fates worse than death if only I could hear you say you loved me!"

They left the bar, entwined in each other's grasp. He bent down on one knee, surrounded by the lights and noises and smells of the city, and stared pensively into her face. "My love, I don't even know your name, but will you marry me?"

"Yes, oh yes!" cried Allie in raptures of delight.

But just then a black car with evil gangster druglord people in it drove past and shot him. He was dead!!!! "Oh, woe is me! Oh, misery! Oh, calamity!" screamed Allie, and promptly shot herself with the gun the evil gangster druglord people had conveniently dropped out of their car. She sprawled on the street, and a crowd slowly gathered. Their blood mingled as their hearts bled and their souls floated away - together at last... together forever.

... Wow. Just wow. There are no words. Imagine how much money I could make as a Mills and Boon writer. Notice that Allie always 'cries' things and that basically every sentence of hers contains an 'oh'? Now that is real skill.