Thank you everyone.

I have had a tough weekend to say the least. I almost started crying at the completely wrong moment, money issues are getting to me, food issues are getting to me and although I managed to relax a little, I come home to find out that it's someone's last night here tonight and she's told people she's going to smash my head in if she sees me and kick the hell outta my door. Great. If the crappy security guard's on duty, nothing'll be done, so I'll call the police out. If the good security guard's on, he'll do something about it.

Why the hell do I have to live with this? Every single day I'm afraid to go anywhere as it is, for fear of getting beaten up or raped again or something else... Now I'm having that confirmed yet again.

One of my close friends that lives here with me came knocking on my door, knocking quite urgently and when i opened the door, she said; "Kirst, have you got anyone staying over tonight?"
"No..."
"Is Connor staying tonight?"
"No"
"Have Connor stay over tonight. She's been telling everyone that there are 3 people she's going to smash the s--t out of and you were one of them. She's going to kick the hell out of your door and smash your face in apparently. She might not do it, but I just want you to be safe. If anything, I'm in my room tonight ok?"
"Whoa... WTF??? And WHY has she decided to do this?"
"Because it's her last night here and obviously they can't do anything. Well. Staff can't."
"Huh. Yeah, but the police can."

So yeah, Connor was sat on my bed listening the whole time and he went on about what I should and shouldn't do and I just thought 'God, Connor. I've lived with this for a year and a half... I know what to do by now. I'm not stupid and I'm not a kid.' But I know he was just trying to help.

I just can't stand all the stuff that's going on anymore. It's weakening me, I admit it. I can't cope with it at the moment.