I know, I know. I'm not expecting him to be there for me all the time, whatsoever. Today was just a really bad day, as I'm on a new med (citalopram) which is making me very sort of on edge. And tired. And headachy, amongst others.

It's just because it was just after 12 and I felt really terrible, really. I've lost sleep because he had a row a couple of nights ago with his mum, and I had to walk 30 minutes at 11pm and hang around with him in his town for a few hours to look after him.

I just didn't expect him to tell me to go and self harm when all I did was ask for him to let me call him for a while.