3 more

Okay, a lots happened since I last published. The one about being loved was a draft that I forget to publish a couple weeks ago. Several things are new. First, I started cutting again. I forgot how much I loved it. The feeling of being in control. The pain. The blood. Ahh. I missed it so much. Secondly, I spoke to my doctor about the chronic fatigue and I can’t nap, have things with caffeine in, I have to wake up the same time everyday - which sucks when you get up at 6 for college. Basically I can’t do anything fun! Thirdly, I have exam arrangements so I can have rest breaks, extra time, a seperate room and a computer. That should be fun! But I have to bring in my own laptop everyday which will be so annoying!! Ugh. So many just ugh things going on right now. This morning my mum shouted at me for not getting her tips for her cigarettes. Sorry for not wanting to participate in something that’s going to kill you. Sorry for not wanting you to be selfish. She’s the reason why I’ll have 3 more scars on my body; but hey! What’s 3 more? That’s like 3 more fish in the ocean! Nay broke up with Kieran and he was an asshat about it. Being extremely verbally abusive. I feel bad for her. I wish we lived closer. That would be great. I’m going to walk Marley now, then deliver the parcels that were sent to the wrong address. I might also turn off my data so I can save it for when I go down my grandmas on Thursday. And to see if anybody messages me... probably not but you never know.