My mind has been somewhere else today. Somewhere disturbing... SI'd this morning (not too badly though) in the shower. All through the day that voice in my head has been telling me horrible things. I tried to isolate myself from other people in college. But a young couple there kept on trying to be my friend. They felt sorry for me because I'm always alone. Then this guy who acts like he's high even though he's not, kept on prying into my personal life. He made me feel so uncomfortable. Meanwhile, my mind is screaming that he can hear my thoughts. So I tried to block him out by getting into the zone with drawing. But I just couldn't concentrate. I only wanted to be left alone. But no one understands. Later during the day, I was walking the dog when I bumped into my dad, he bought me a couple of microwave meals and a packet of cherry bakewell tarts. Then gave me £5. I don't understand him. One minute he's freaking horrible to me and the next, he's being really nice. Is this his way of coping with the knowledge of his daughter having depression? Or does he honestly think he's helping me? Because, all he's doing is confusing me.