Well... I went to the drs today and have been put on Lorazepam again because she's worried about my lack of sleep and how just 3 hours is actually good for me

I've struggled over the last few days and I've done some things that I know really aren't clever at all, but... If you wanna know about that PM me. I just don't feel like talking about it today... I don't feel well

I just want to cry. Collapse in someone's arms and cry. My favourite teacher from seconday school saw me today and she rushed over with a huge smile on her face and gave me a really comforting, warm hug and I said to Connor "Oooh her hugs make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside! " and it's true, they do... But she said she'd seen the article in the paper about the fire and stuff and asked about it and I just waved it off as though it's nothing and she asked how I am, looked down at my left arm and then had to go because the phone rang for her. She started training to be a counsellor long ago but stopped because it was too intense for her, but she only looked at my scars because she cares and she wants to know that I'm okay. We're going to meet up again soon and have a proper heart to heart about it and she's said she's going to help me as much as possible.. Which makes me feel better.

I just wish everything bad would disappear, just for one day