So first things first: I can't actually feel my fingers right now.
On Monday night around 11/12 I decided to try knitting again. Every time I try I get it wrong and my stitches are so tight I can't move them along the needle. Cue throwing needles to the ground and sulking. So I was sitting on my bed, watching Broadchurch, giving it another go, when I looked at what I was doing and thought "Hang on, maybe that's what I'm doing wrong. If I loop it round that way it might work."...

I can't tell if not caring is a GOOD thing or a BAD thing. Maybe a bit of both.

Good, I guess, is that normally in gym I'd be so embarrassed by how sucky I am at everything, but right now I could care less.

But I could care less about grades or anything either. I left a good portion of my science test blank because I just didn't even want to try to find the right answers because it was hard. Don't care if I fail anyway because she lets us retake. Making minimal to no...

I'm an agnostic. I'm not proud of it any more than I'm ashamed of it. It's just my own personal belief structure. Doesn't affect the way I live my life for the most part, while I have a personal moral and ethical framework it isn't directly related to my spirituality and beliefs.

I would also like to point out that these are my beliefs, and they may not apply to anyone else. That doesn't stop me talking about them, of course, but I'd like everyone to consider these in the context...

I feel lost, adrift in a sea of my own thoughts and emotions. Every day I feel a part of me slipping away. More and more I feel crushed beneath my growing cynicism. I do not even know why I am feeling this way or what triggered these feelings. I just do not know how to stop. Last night for the first time in a very long time, I thought about suicide again. I didn’t think about it in a depressed point of view. I didn’t feel like I was trapped and it was my only way out or anything like that. I just...

Couldn't even make fourteen days.

Found a razor in my room that I thought I had lost, and I couldn't just sort of throw it away. I put it in my pocket. Several hours later, see a hand towel with a red stain on it. Pull out razor, begin to cut.

I couldn't even make 2 weeks.

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I just don't get some people.
There are these 2 people that get my bus sometimes. I hate them. One of them in the year below. The other one is in my year, and he self-harms. I'm honestly not being horrible or anything, but I'm 99% sure its for attention. He's the only person in my year who *openly* self-harms, but whenever he does he either wears short sleeved clothes, or rolls up long sleeves (always on arms), even when its freezing. He then goes on and on about it. Like, non stop.
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Need to sleep before school tomorrow.
I've decided I'm going clean for 2 weeks. I really want to do it and I'll be so pleased if I do. I dont know how I'm going to feel after school though. If my mum goes to see my nan then I may go straight into town before home so I don't have access to anything to cut with.
Ah well...

No matter how many love songs you listen to, it doesn't change the fact that you are alone. Absolutely alone.