Sitting in the college library again. Hiding. Saw head of the dept. at reception this morning, she might have been asking them to call me to see if I was coming in.
The bus driver decided to drive past me this morning. I walked out of the bus shelter when he came up the hill and waited by the road for him to stop. He just stared at me and kept driving. Wow, thanks.
So I get to be late. I'm sat in the library because I'm nearly an hour late already and break is in 20 minutes. I'll go

Have to leave in 15 minutes. Still in bed. Can't deal with placement. But I can't stay home again. Want to cut more. Got blood everywhere last night. Felt so good. More. Deeper.
Don't want to do this. Keep thinking about overdosing again. Just to get out of it.
Need to get over myself. Just do it, dammit. Get up and go. Stop thinking about it.
So pathetic.

Got a craft knife yesterday. Looked sharp. Came with 6 replacement blades. But it doesn't work.
I sat in the shower. Running it repeatedly over the same spot. Digging deeper. And it didn't work.
WHY WON'T IT BLEED MORE.
Why can't I make it bleed more.
Guess I'll just have to keep trying.
Done with everything. Want to drink and overdose and cut.
I'm

Somewhere too far for us to find
forgotten the taste and smell
of the world that she's left behind.

I don't know where I am. I feel like I'm stuck at a dead end with nowhere to go. I need to get out of here for a while. But everyone seems so set against me studying in England. My tutor thinks I'm not well enough. My dad thinks it's stupid.

Met with Shona and Ann this morning. Was a waste of time. Shona kept saying that I'm not well and need to get better before I can do another course at college. I told her I want to move to England to study psychology and got a lecture on how pointless that would be.
I've already decided I want to go. I need to get away. I need to live my own life the way I want to. I'm sick of taking the safe option. I want to take some risks and benefit from them. I really think I could do better when I'm