I havent been on here for a long time, because i thought i was coping.
I went out last night, and I drank too much, i always do.
I dont know what happened, someone fell out with me or something.
And then I was sitting in this back garden on my own, crying. And wishing i was dead. And then i cut again. I dont know what to do anymore. Im always unhappy, and ive managed to convince myself it would be better off if i wasnt here messing things up for everyone. Because all my friends are always worried about me (the ones who know). I can't even get up to go to school in mornings anymore. I never knew it was possible to hate someone as much as I hate myself.
Im also so sick of my mum reminding me i have to wear long sleeve tops. I know I have to, but when she tells me when were out shopping for clothes it gets to me, i dont need to be reminded all the time.
When it comes down to it, I think im ready just to give up.
I don't want to go to my guidance teacher, because i felt i was coping on thursday, so i went to see her and i was happy.
I hate writing these, i always feel like im waisting peoples times, and i look stupid.
Sorry its so long.