I don't want to go to the school prom. That might sound like the least of my worries right now, but the cuts on my arm and shoulder will show, which will spoil the night for my boyfriend, and everyone will think I'm just attention seeking.

I wanted to take a load of pills. Overdose on something. I don't know why. Just so something can happen, I guess. Instead of constantly feeling like I'm suspended between emotions. Then if I die, no more feeling trapped. And if I live, then someone...