I don't trust my flatmate. I don't trust my neighbours. And therefore, for me, it is a massive issue that my flatmate invites neighbours inside. It's actually more of an issue that one neighbour in particular invites himself inside, and then she doesn't tell him to leave. And I don't feel like I can say anything. What really worries me is that he's constantly asking about my TV. I didn't buy my TV, it was gifted to me from CLS, who for some reason decided that television is a necessary part of life....

Sooo... I don't really know the point of this post.

I moved. New school. High school. New boyfriend. 6 months this month. I gained weight. Tons of it. Not good. I was looking at my pictures on here, and I could see my collarbone. Damn, I was thin. If I EVER get that thin again... Someone please keep food away from me. it's ridiculous how fat I've gotten. Oh freaking well. I made a mistake the other night. Went to the movies on a double date... End of the night, ended up making...

I told my mother about my self harm, suicidal thoughts and depression today, I will get help soon. I feel so relieved, but I have such a way to go.

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About ten minutes ago somebody knocked on my door. I wasn't actually aware they were knocking on my door, per se, because people frequently knock on my neighbour's window (it's literally right next to mine) and it often sounds like people are knocking on my door when they are in fact, not. Also I had my headphones on, as I've been watching stuff on my laptop.

Anyway I saw somebody walking back down the driveway, and as it was a young female somebody, I'm going to assume it was somebody...

So as you know, my feet are very sore. But I still went to my appointment, and my key worker gave me a ride to the bus stop so I didn't have to walk back there to get home. She said keep an eye on it because oyster cuts can get infected quite easily, but I already knew this and I already plan to watch how it heals carefully.

We had our appointment. I used the whiteboard to explain how things are going on right now. She's going to organise for me to meet with Debbie (the psychologist),...

Might be triggering for those with EDs.

So today was the second day of the WRAP course. We went through the five key concepts (which I don't remember off the top of my head), and started looking at a "Wellness Toolbox". Our task for the weekend (because the next class isn't until Monday) is to work on things we can put in our toolboxes. So far I've got petting Linny and playing an instrument in mine, but I do plan to add more - if I'm going to do this course, I'm going to...

Warning ahead of time: I do not mean to insult smokers here.

I find the fact my mom's trying to take away cutting but yet I'm still secretly doing it funny, in a way.

Both of us are liars. Both my mom and I are liars.

I think her lies are worse.

She smokes. After my dad got cancer in 4th grade she said she would be completely honest with me and that they'd quit. I don't know if my dad fully quit or not and honestly I'm not angry with him...

I started the WRAP course today. WRAP is Wellness and Recovery Action Plan. It goes for eight sessions of two hours, which I'll be doing in approximately a fortnight, but there are options for people to do it over a longer period too - like, eight weeks. Leisa gave me money to put on my bus card which is about $10 more than I will need to attend the sessions, so my bus card is sorted for the next little while.

I've had a flick through the WRAP booklet. Part of it is scaring me. It...

I told my mom today about the suicidal thoughts and the self harm. She thinks it's all because of the fact that I'm unsure if I want to be a doctor or not and that it's okay if I don't want to be a doctor, and hell, I can be a garbageman if that's what I want. But I don't know what I want. She brushed off the fact that I told her in the letter that I don't want to live past eighteen as just thoughts. Didn't really take it seriously. But at least now I can tell J that.

She saw a cut...