Everything was going so right. It hadn't in awhile. Now....i don't know....today was just...bad? I wanted to cry so many time, i scratched so many times, i starved myself, and i fought with most of the people i care about; which isn't many. So, now i feel empty and tired and lonely. I just want to sleep but i can't...i want to sleep forever but then i'd miss out on so much.

I wonder if i'm the only one. The only one feeling this way. Well, not knowing what to feel. Should i be happy or should i be sad? Should i keep doing what i do to myself or should i stop? Perhaps, i know the answer. Or i already do and i'm just ignoring it because i'm so use to this pain i feel everyday. Maybe, i am just alone. Even if i am, i should get use to it....

Rosie

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Yup, it's Good Friday. I'm at my Mum's place, I've been here since yesterday afternoon. They have literally just driven out on their way to Rotorua, so it's just myself, Nana, and the dog. Good times.

Really brilliant news: I got $50! It seemed pretty random to me but it turns out that it's the money I made doing the short shift at Spotlight during stocktake. I was surprised, but I plan to go The Warehouse tomorrow to purchase new underwear. I'm down to only 5 comfortable pairs, due...

I'm going to dental surgery in 10 minutes.
I hate the dentists' office, but not as much as I hate hospitals.
I hate hospitals with a smoldering passion worthy of a cheesy paperback romcom from a corner store, the kind that you'd find betyween the toilet paper and the laxitive grahm crackers, that you'd initially buy becausethe intensely romantic sunset silhouette of two ridiculously sexy lovers embracing on a beach intrigued you, but after a few pages you realized how shitty romantic...

I go for a prom dress at the first week of April.
I want to wear a short dress. I'm NOT letting my scars stop me from that, unless of course I fall in love with a long dress.
I'm buying my first pair of shorts since elementary school this summer if I find a pair that looks good on me. I'm NOT Letting my scars stop me. Self image maybe.
But I just cut again. My one last hoorah before my mom sees my thighs and I can't anymore. I'll tell her that they're from before I sent her...

I think I already wrote about how stressful Thursday 14th March was. So on Friday 15th, I got up in the morning, floated around on the internet for a while, then left for my appointment with my key worker. I don't remember much of that appointment. I don't recall which room it was in, or if I used the whiteboard, or anything. It's just gone.

I got home around 4:30pm. My flatmate June, was sitting outside drinking with a friend. I did normal stuff, cooked dinner, watched TV. Got sick...

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I learned a few weeks ago that apparently that's the international standard for typing the date, so suck on it.

I have had a very exhausting day.
Got my iPod back.
Neighbour was arrested for it.
Police were helpful.
Leisa was amazing.
Did a boxing class, wasn't as hard as I thought it would be but still worked up a sweat.
Met Debbie, the psychologist I'm going to be seeing.
Shattered.

Worried that the TV is watching me...