Rob hates me... he hates me.. he hates me... He hardly talks to me now.. Mums hardly ever home. I feel neglected

I'm sick of medical assessments! They make me cry alot. They all say the same questions and i always answer the same. I wish they could just ask my psychiatrist. I feel so upset. I've been seeing a mental health nurse for over a year and still havent been diagnosed. They dont know whats wrong with me. This scares me so much. I wish i was dead so i wouldnt have to live this way..

I have to go to the library 5 days a week now. I'm not trusted at home. The library scares me so much. The people that come into the library stare at me as if they can see right into my head. I'm sick and tired of it. I have panic attacks, frequent headaches and pains in my legs and arms. i want out now!!

i feel ill. The voices in my head won't leave me alone. They tell me what a disgrace i am and to kill myself in what ever way possible. I don't know if i can make it through the night. I'm all alone again. The girl haunts me... she mocks me. i can't take this any more. i'm not getting better from my medication... i wish i was dead...

I dont want mum to put my cat down! i dont want her to die! she's my best friend... :cry: i hate mum.. what more can she take away from me?!

My mum has been away for 2 days now. I still have no idea where she is! Theres no food in the house and frezzing cold. I feel like shes abandoned me. I'm useless! I can't do anything right! I just make her cry! I dont mean to... I'm worried. I'm running out of medication and i dont have a car in order to get to the pharmacy... I hate this..

I'm sick of being alone. My mum is constantly going to her boyfriends house leaving me here all by myself and my sister goes to her friend's house. The day before yesterday i had to sleep on a carpetless floor and had to improvise use my woolie jumnper and long skirt and a bottom sheet and my petticoat as a pillow and my dressing gown as a blanket while in the other room my sister had a mattress, 2 pillows and a large blanket. Mum didnt even bother to see if i was ok, all she cares about is her...

Stupid mother! She can't accept the fact that i want to have a social life for once. I want to go to a club for the first time in my life but, annoyingly, im not allowed since she fears i'll get into drugs, get drunk or get pregnant. Which is highly unlikely god dang it! i'm anti-drugs, i hate the taste of alcohol and i don't want to be pregnant anyway. My sister is 15 and shes allowed to go to clubs and get drunk! It's always the sensible ones who get left behind...