Well, it's been 77 days since I left school. I was at a festival for five of those weeks. I've been back from that festival for 6 days. So I've spent a total of 47 days here with 30 more to go.

I'm still alive. I'm painfully lonely and bored, but things are better since my mom went out of town. She's coming back on Sunday and I am really REALLY not looking forward to that. I keep hearing her screaming at me in my head even though she's not here. I can't sleep, but the house is more peaceful at 4am when no one is there anyway. I haven't managed to stop self harming, but I don't feel I'm in serious danger anymore despite what I did last week. I have to make it home.