Tired

2003-12-11 at 1:19 a.m.

Just about to go to bed actually. I've been working on an essay site of mine pretty hard. Its going well, but its tiring. but at least it means I'm thinking of something other than suicide.

I still feel so confused. Like I'm different. its difficult to explain, everything is a wrong sharpness, a wrong feeling at the back of my head. It makes little sense to me so it probably makes no sense to anyone reading this.

Counting the days till Saturday when I can cut again. And Sunday. And Monday too if I want.

People still giving me funny looks.

My mother keeps forgetting my name; my dad has started to spell my name wrong. Humph.

Anyway, see you later.

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