Right now I wish I had a guitar, actually knew how to play that guitar, and somewhere to go crazy on it. Holy he'll I hate insomnia. I wish I was like my mom who can fall asleep at 8:00pm. There are so many things I want to do, I wish I would just stay motivated enough to actually do them. I need some inspiration, I hate writers block O.O I said hate alot here xP well I love the night, music, and my friend. Casey I hope things get better with Alex sorry I am completely random ...

Really freaking sharp stabbing pain in my chest.
God.
Fucking hurts.
I lay down and it was like like "Oh wow my bed is so com- *STABBA* MOTHEROFDONKEYSHITTITWANKBOLLOCKS! "

Almost crying with the pain.
Couldn't breathe.
Still hurts but not as much as it did and not as constant. Just like little sharp stabs. Is okay when I'm sat up. Scared to lie down.
Making me panic.

Really not in the mood for a hospital visit tonight....

I don't know anything anymore. I want to give up. I've been thinking and i just think that it would be so much better for everyone.

Just want these thoughts to go away. Want someone to hold me.

I've got more pills and so many reasons to take them.
Can't do this anymore.

Fuck...
I've just been told that all through October we have £114 to spend on food, petrol and anything else we need like train tickets...
We have £10 max to spend on food a week and I can't run or anything because we need to save the petrol...
Aparently we have to have either cereal or toast (I don't even like the latter) for tea at least every other night and I might not even be allowed fruit in the morning...
It's times like these that I hate my Dad... When it's his fault...

Feeling lonely
Not even sure why...
I just want to be around people...
Friends...
Well just this one friend, C...
I think she's beautiful...
She's my best friend in my head...
Although I think she prefers the others to me...
Or at least likes us equal...
I wish she liked me the most...
I wish I just had a pal here...
Someone to talk to and stuff...
Oh Well... I guess being lonely is the consequence of being an only child...

I honestly thought I could be myself around you. I told you all my secrets, everything. I trusted you. But none of that matters anymore, Because you only love me when I'm doing what you want. It doesn't matter that I just got out of the hospital, You can't get someone to notice you. Of course you always come first.
I'm done. I'm fucking done.

I don't know what to do.

I want to purge so badly.

I need this food gone.

I can't believe I ate it.

I don't know what to do with myself.

I can't purge. I've tried and I can't.

I don't know what to do.

Posting this from my sexeh new netbook which I am completely in love with.
Living room is a mess. The walls and ceiling are all a dark brown colour with big patches of really really pale pink. Kind of like skin colour. There's a lamp and table/chairs in the corner. Two armchairs and a sofa sat in the middle and a tv in the corner. There are no curtains and the wires for the TV are poking out everywhere. Hopefully in a few months we'll have a nice white ceiling, painted walls, new couch,...