The worst feeling in the world is when you reach out to someone and get ignored.*
I really don't think I can take much longer. My head is screaming at me.*
I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. I need you so badly but I can't be rejected again do I guess I just have to keep pretending. Keep reliving everything. Keep struggling alone.*
I hurt all over but that's nothing compared to the things going on in my head.
I wish I was strong. I wish I could reach out to...

I miss you so much, I still can't stop thinking about you and what if I hadn't told everyone to block you, what if I hadn't left you alone. I should have been there for you like you always were for me, I'm so sorry.
Spent the last two nights just crying, I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm sorry

OHMYGOD, what a surprisingly expensive trip o.0

See, I didn't book my bus home in advance, which turned out to be a huge mistake, as all the day time buses were sold out, the overnight bus arrived at 1:50am, the 9:40am bus the next day meant I would have had to sleep on the floor of the public toilet or something . . .
The overnight bus was $57, the one the next day was $39.

I caught the overnight bus.

I get $189 a week. I spent $17.80 on cigarettes...

The thoughts are back, i thought they had gone away for awhile because i'm on vacation. But no. I want this to end. Im'm such an idiot, i thought i would get better. yeah right. I can't deal with this.

So, here I am. Sitting, one leg crossed over the other, casting occasional glances behind me at the rock wall.
It used to be a church, but for some reason they (don't ask me to specify 'they' - Lord only knows) converted the main part of the building into a rock wall and christened it a climbing centre.
Now, I'm sat before a table in the balcony cafe, where exhausted climbers or spectators can come to get a glimpse at the action.
There's plently of muscular women on the walls...

Can i give up now?
Im tired of the bullshit that is my life. Im done giving a shit. I give up.

So I've been gone a while. Sorry. I guess I should update you guys. *Basically I've not been coping at all. I'm not going to bore you all with that though as you all have better and more important things to be doing than reading about everything that's going on in my life. Sorry I've been gone so long. I hope that everyone has been doing ok. <3

So I've tidied my room. I'm just waiting for Mum to take the bins out so I can take out my rubbish and recycling and then finish the job. I've packed my bag. It's a little stuffed, and I haven't packed a towel - something I will do my best to rectify tonight. The reason it's stuffed is because I'm only taking a back-pack, and in it I've put everything I think I could potentially need. If this were a regular overnight stay, it wouldn't be a big thing. Except this is an overnight stay that could well...

Last night was the happiest I've been in so long. I spent the night with my boyfriend, and we just cwtched (cuddled, for you non-Welsh people) almost all night. But this morning, my boyfriend walked me to my bus stop and I had to say goodbye.
We're now 163 miles apart once again, for at least another 8 weeks.
It's his 18th birthday on Tuesday and I'm not going to be there to celebrate with him. It's also our 2 year 'anniversary', if you may, on the 1st of May. Once again, I won't...

There are no words.

I just feel empty.
Numb.
Done.

I can't do this. I need to cut tonight. I don't care what happens, I don't want to be stopped.