I'm feeling better today. Been running everywhere trying to get things done but in all, I'm good.
I've been thinking about my blog lately, wondering if someone actually reads it and I came to a conclusion : I don't really care if someone does or doesn't. Honestly, although the purpose of this blog is for people to relate to what I'm living, I think it's not that easy. Especially since I don't tell you guys exactly whats been going on. I'm not the kind of person that opens up really easily...

You know what I can't stand ?
People eating bananas in public.
It drives me nuts, and I'm not even kidding.
Don't do it, just don't. Please I'm begging you.

Okay, now that my mind is clear let me update you guys a little bit on what's been going on lately.
I don't have a life, too busy with all the serious stuff ; can't even find the time to sleep right
I've been running on 3 hours of sleep since saturday. Not been eating much either. I had a few almonds...

Bleh!
First post ; not something I enjoy.
I guess we could say I'm not really into the whole new beginning thing.
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Oh well, we all have to do stuff we don't really like so I'm therefore not an exception in that case.
The problem with a new beginning is : where to start?
I’ve been living for 16 years now. I could obviously tell you guys all about myself, my story – basically tell you my whole god damn life! But that wouldn’t be really enjoyable wouldn’t it?...

Wow.It's been a while since I've come on here,and even longer since I wrote to my blog.And no,it's not because I haven't needed the help,it's cos I didn't want it.The day after I posted my last blog,my Mum found out I was self harming.She walked in when I was about to do it,I hid my 'tool' of course,but she could see I'd been crying and we talked for what seemed like forever,when she asked me 'You haven't been self harming,have you?' and I just cried and said sorry I don't know how many times.So...

I haven't posted a thread or anything in here for a while because not only have I been super busy, but I've also been happy. For the first time in sooooo long. Here's what's been going down with me:

1. I have stopped self-harming due to an insane realization the other night. But that is another story for another time. Or maybe another blog for tomorrow.

2.Me and the guy I'm in love with are together once more and I could not be happier.

3. Me and my dad...

Today I had my first class of college...psychology. I didn't expect much, I mean what first day is anything but going over course outlines and all that jazz.

So the teacher started going over what we're going to be learning about, and I can already tell this class is going to be pretty interesting. There's a whole chapter about repressed memories and another on social anxieties. Just from her reading the outline, my mind went a little crazy and I couldn't think straight.
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OK so im going on holiday on friday and im not looking forward to it cause it means I cant have time on my own and I wont be able to escape and walk/ cycle in the fresh air.
Also my parents and sister think ive been SH free for 4 months when I last cut yesterday. This means that they think that im happy and over my depression which is an utter lie.

The only reason why im going is because we will be doing alot of massive walks so I will be able to loose wieght as ive balloned...

Everything seems to be happening at once.. My boyfriends acting really weird, in a way he's never acted before... All of my friends are really stressing me out with their problems, and I just don't know what to do about it anymore... Its driving me up the wall... And to top it all of, all my mom does since my little brother got home from my dads place, is freak on me for stuff I've done in the past week while he sits on his x-box all day, and does nothing around the house, and yet I still get yelled...

Life is good...at the moment. Not necessarily great, but it's good.

Classes start tomorrow, and I'm a little nervous about it. But at least I'm actually getting to go to school this semester.

I kinda messed up my leg the other day, and it's pretty ugly. But at least I still have my legs, and all 10 fingers and all 10 toes are accounted for.

The paint job on my truck is uneven, and the only station on the radio with music I get is some oldies christian station....

After managing 1 hours sleep I went on the bike ride and completed it stopping of for lunch at a pub.

Whast peddling I released everthing that was bugging and triggering me.

It felt so good.

When I got home though I realised I had bad sunburn at the top of both arms this has made my scars there show up badly making me self conscience.
Also I was exhausted and feel asleep watching TV which got mum worried.

I enjoyed the bike ride but...