It's nearly halfway through Saturday. I got out of bed at about 10:30am, after literally about 12 hours in bed, though not all of them sleeping. I've had breakfast. It wasn't exactly a healthy breakfast (instant packet food/snack food), but at least it's something. I can't figure out if I'm hungry or I just like the taste of things.

The minor self-harm is continuing. My keyworker is a little worried that I'll slip somewhat and it will get out of control. I don't really care, to be...

The Monday to Friday week, at any rate.

I'm tired. My head hurts because my neck won't click. I ate too much. The part of my bra that goes around my ribcage is far too tight. I have gas, but I'm hesitant to fart because my flatmate is still awake. And the funeral has been post-poned until Tuesday at 2:00pm.

Leisa said the money for the clothes shopping didn't go through so it'll be done on Monday or Tuesday of next week. If it ends up being Monday, then I'll go to the...