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stupid idea
i cant go on like this. putting on a happy front all day and then coming home and crying, cutting, not sleeping. i cant do it.
so i have a plan...
im gonna go! run away to London. but how?? where do i go when i get there?? what is sleeping rough like?? anyone done it before??
i have this vision of myself sitting in a station slashing at my arms and there being blood everywhere and people staring and me not caring.
maybe slashing until i die....
maybe slashing til i end up in hospital... would they contact my parents?? would they admit me for psychiatric treatment??
maybe nothing would happen... sit there slashing but not brave enough to cut so deep. all night sitting crying, even that has to be better then this!
am i being completely ridiculous?? it feels like i am but i dont know what else to do!
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