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Saturday, September 02, 2006

also i can't get the ticker things working. i actually weigh 99 pounds.

xxx


i just feel the need to write this as i don't get these moments much but they need to be heard.

i am reaching the end of my tether with this, it's insane yet feels entirely the opposite... i'm not beautiful, as spots from lack of the right foods cover my face, as my thin hair breaks, is fly away, flat and dull, as i can't grow my nails very long seeing as they break constantly, get rugged and uneven, as my teeth yellow (and ache and tingle) from vomitting and smoking far too many cigarettes so i can avoid eating, as i hide under thick coats and such the like people insist on lending me coz the goosebumps and shivers give away how cold i feel.

i'm not strong as my feet are so numb i can barely walk (they can't cope with how cold they feel if *slightly* wet), as i cling crying to my boyfriend coz i can't cope with either the feelings or the size of my stomach or thighs, as i become irrationally panicky if there's no drugs around coz i'm scared that without them and i'll spiral back into being fat and suicidal.

i'm not in control as i'm filled with the terror and disgust at the sight of anything vaguely fatty... i may be light-headed and in agony from stomach cramps, but i won't be able to eat anything if i've just seen that, as i honestly just DON'T KNOW, how thin is thin enough anymore. 

i'm not living as i turn down offers to go out or refuse to have drawn out chatty lunches with family or friends coz the thought petrifies me, instead choosing to hide in my room feeling both fat and left out, as i try to earn some money but get made to go back to bed as i'm so close to passing out or claerly about to burst into tears over nothing, as i can't do the things i love / am in interested coz i barely have the energy to sit upright (climbing stairs can leave me breathless with my heart pounding and spots infront of my eyes) or beacuse i can't think about anything other than food.

i'm not becoming the person i want to be as i devote my time and energy into avoiding food, calculating how much i can or can't eat, whether i'll be able to throw up, whether throwing up would be too dangerous anyway coz of any calories that get absorbed before you can, how much thinner i need to be, if i've done enough exercise, if anyone i can see is thinner than me and by how much, as i can't do anything too much (going to a theme park half killed me), how i don't have the energy to just be ME, as i fall two years behind my age group beacuse i can't cope with uni like this, as i hide in a room drugged out of skull coz i'm bored therough not having the energy to do things and drugs are the only way i know to cope with some of these feelings (self harming would hurt those i love the most far too much).

 i'm not putting other people first as i let my friends down coz i'm too scared of food implications (i can't eat infront of people as a general rule coz i think i look like a pig) or having the energy to do what they want to, or coz of my irratiional phone anxieties or just not feeling up to (or too fat for) seeing anyone, as i hurt the people i love by being short tempered coz of not eating / feeling physically SHIT or by scaring them as i shrink before their eyes and they know exactly why or i drink too much, only i can't fucking stop throwing up until i get citrus or something coz i'm utterly dehydrated, as i judge so harshly in my head healthy and overweight people.

 i'm not making any sense as i destroy myself because other people or circumstances have hurt me, i'm just hurting me more.

i have no dignity when i'm crying and biting my hand in pain after taking 40 laxatives.

i have no idea what's real anymore, as i curl my hands round my stomach feeling disgustingly podgy if i see someone who i think is thinner than me, but who either themself or a friend swears it's the other way around, as i see so much fat to lose yet science tells me i'm underweight, as i get called "skinny ribs" and stuff and can't even begin to understand why.

i'm not even fucking thin as my stomach bulges out over my hips if i eat more than the smallest thing... or drink too much fucking water.

and i'm not even that underweight yet. i have no lumbago. my vision's normal (if i'm not close to fainting anyway). the headrushes i get every time i stand don't make me pass out. you can't see my ribs. i'm only just "not healthy" weight wise.i still have my periods (though who knows what i've already done to my fertility, or digestive system for that matter) where the fuck does it go from here?? and it's terrifying. coz i can't imagine not doing this, i can't bear the thought of getting bigger (i want to be smaller), the paranoia that eating like a "normal" person would make me obese... yet i know that stay with it and i die. once upon a time, all of me wanted that. to die. so skinny that i've rotted from view as it were lolz... but now a part of me wants to live. i see other people LIVING, and what i'm missing out on. in strasbourg with my bf i saw a presentation of photos of music played at the end of a few months spent making a film of all those involved... i want to live how they were living. they were working and having a laugh and drinking together... and people loved the daft photos of these great people, but were bored when pictures of the actors looking pretty were up, there were no cheers or "ooooo!!"s or whistles. i don't want to miss out on a lifetime of the love i've found with joe. i love him so much i cry, and he feels the same. i want to make something of my potential, pursue my interests and goals. I WANT TO FUCKING LIVE. eating disorders don't let you. call this a warning if u like. i'm at the stage where i'm utterly in it's grip and joe is the only thing that keeps me tethered to the real world and wanting to pull myself into it. don't let it get that far unless you are serious about letting it kill you. there is no middle ground. i have a fucking nightmare ahead of me. let's hope i'm strong enough.

xxx


Wednesday, April 26, 2006

heigh hos... sorry, this is gonna be a really depressing entry seeing as i flick bewteen dancing around and singing in the streets with happiness for no reason, and falling into a pit of blue-ness, and right now it's the latter. so remember i don't *always* feel so bad as this lot will show...not written for so long coz i only got my puter fixed this morning finally (it wdnt even bloody turn on) also sorry, the piccies don't seem to be moving after was sorted :( will have to sort that out.

so yeah... at end of easter hols mum caught me, joe and andy smoking weed in my room... fuck. even more so fuck coz we all lied blatantly to her as well, but she saw through it. i'm glad i was stoned, otherwise i wdnt have been able to deal with it (or not laugh at her calling it "wacky baccie")... i tried to explain to her that sometimes i just can't cope without it... i flick between euphoria and depression, and i knew the latter was coming on and was so scared... so get stoned, u don't have to feel it. but was so NOT understanding any of it or listening to me at all... she cdnt get past the fact i was doing drugs *shock horror* and was all like "well u shd just come and curl up in bed with me"...(and "ur going off the rails again") after i'd said u get to a point where u can't see the point in living, but u can't see the point in dying either so u just have to carry on existing... not living, just existing. so yeah sure, crawling in bed with my mum who may well have inadvertently triggered those feelings is *really* gonna help... neways, i walked out and cried on joe for a bit before resuming getting wrecked.

coz of this, she told me she'd stuck something up in the kitchen after i left for uni, but wdnt say what. i badgered my sister, and it's a fucking list of rules. less smoking, less drinking, NO "wacky baccie" (god i wish she wdnt call it that!!), get a job, no friends over unless is by her rules and they're gone by 11... i'm so angry. she seems to think she can "sort me out" by restricting my freedom and trying to take away what little control i have when i'm in that stupid place. well she'll get a fucking shock when she hears what the "experts" think i need (see below). i've barely spoken to her (only once and via msn) coz i just can't get rid of this anger. does she not realise that weed is something that helps keep me alive?? a day and a half after getting here (one day without weed...) i cdnt cope with the panicky feelings anymore, so put some cheery music on and hit the bottle. the whole bottle of rum later, and i'm phoning an ambulance coz i realise i've been stupid. i'd punched the mirror (only slightly scratched it thank god, bruised my hand a bit mind!), written "fat" in huge letters all over my body, cut my leg a fair bit, and taken all my anti-depressants and a box of ibuprofen. it's all such a haze coz i kept slipping in and out of consciousness... but they made me drink fucking charcoal which is disgusting, and i had needles poked bloody everywhere. they collapsed a vein in my arm and it's still bruised as HELL over a week later. there was a pool of blood on the bedsheets and i have no idea where from.

it was a weird feeling in the shower that night... my head's pounding, my throat, chest and stomach hurt...i'm looking down and there's a toothbrush in my hand that's just spent 20 minutes down my throat, i'm smothered in cuts and huge ugly bruises, small rashes (allergic to something still, dunno what), about a billion scars, i have fat still written all over me and there's a hospital bracelet thing round my wrist. THAT is how to feel FUCKED UP.

neways, the doc said the dosage of citalopram was clearly not enough for me so was gonna double it... then decided i might be better on prozac. ha. how cliche. i've had a psychiatric crisis team phoning me every day and wardens popping round to badger me into counselling (i have to go on fri, as well as seeing the cpn - a psychiatric nurse - occasionally).

had to go to the ED clinic on tues... FUCK. i spent over an hour crying and shaking and feeling more scared than i ever have. i don't know how it's come to this. he couldn't believe i've escaped psychiatric attention and said if i did nothing about it, i'd definitely be dead in 10 years either from suicide or illness. he also told me i wasn't a failed anorexic... fucking well am. he was saying it wd never be thin enough...but i being thin a comfort...he told me it was a "cold comfort" and even when i was just over 6 and a half stone i still felt crap. ARG. i kicked up such a fuss when he insisted on weighing me, going on and on about how i'd had diet coke and water and had my clothes on so wd be even heavier and i'm already far too big. i have to go back next week for a medical damnation... and need blood tests, and they want me to have a fucking ECG for some reason. neways, the bit that seriously shocked me was that he said i had a severe mental health problem (am at least a bit bipolar apparently bah) and a very severe eating disorder, and out-patient care wdnt be enough for me. he wants me to go to a therapy village or something (which i shall now refer to as "rehab" coz i can deal with that better coz it just sounds funny then) for 6-8 fucking months, then spend another 6 months as an out-patient. in rehab, i'd have therapists and stuff around 24/7... and they'd MAKE ME FUCKING EAT. i would totally lose my control... he said they'd start me off on no more than 1000 calories a day coz my metabolism will be so fucked in the ass... but the thought of keeping that much down scares the shit out of me and they would only add to it. i'm so scared. i keep wondering if it wd be better to just let it all kill me... i can't imagine life without all this, i don't know who i'd be... and hey let's face it, death wd just be a release. but hannah's said something - "if u can't live for yourself, live for me". and ur right han... there's ppl i love so much it hurts (inc u *of course*)... and yeah, they're worth living for. i'm just so terrifed i get headaches (probs nosebleeds soon lolz, happened before) and break down into uncontrollable tears / shakes if i think about it too much.

i phoned joe when i came out coz was still in a complete state and he cdnt believe it either. he managed to get me from crying to genuinely laughing tho which is an achievement lolz... promised me it wd all be ok and told me if i felt bad to just think of phil (jobless druggie, u just gotta know him lolz) and it wdnt seem so bad!! he's said he'll defo come up and see me on mon (coz is first chance he has to get out of work) coz i need ppl right now... he even demanded i get a taxi back to uni so didn't have to faff with buses and to take the money out of the huge amount i owe him (over £100... i'm well touched he trusts me enough to lend that amount of money!! needed it for drugs to get me through in case that wasn't clear :p) was so sweet, i got a voicemail when i was on the underground in the evening from him, saying he just wanted to know i'd got to london and was ok. i would be so lost without my friends.

i've decided i can't cope with going home over summer, mum has no idea what to do with me so does all the wrong things, going against advice from dad/sister. so i'll either be at this stupid rehab thing or renting a place with at least joe if they'll let me have summer first. i just seriously don't want to live there anymore. it's not home.

i don't know how i'm gonna tell my parents bout any of this... or how much even. pretty sure mum will hear through a letter tho. i'm still angry as hell.

hey, there's been some really gd stuff too, but i'll write bout that in another post coz not in the mood right now. and thank FUCK i have £40 worth of weed coming my way hopefully 2moro.

to think once upon a time i almost believed it was a teenage angsty phase... not sure i'll ever get my head round how i ended up here, feeling so disconnected and not knowing who i am anymore... facing death, but wanting to embrace it rather than run...

as we always have to, stay strong xxx

"society says u must u be beautiful and thin, then strips u of ur dignity"

ps sorry if i don't comment ppls before next entry, i have a lot of reading ur blogs to catch up on coz of fuck-tarded puter :)


Tuesday, March 07, 2006

heigh hos...

you know, life is actually fucking ridiculous. too much keeps happening recently... as in bad stuff. it's 2:30 am so i won't write loads, write properly laters i guess... but i just found out charles (ie my friend who almost tried to kill himself infront of me, having seizures etc - btw, i'll be going with him for his MRI scan in a week) got attacked a few days ago... group of chavs cornered him, and when they got nasty he managed to knock out 2 of them and give a third a spiral arm fracture which will apparently take a yr to heal... FUCKING GOOD FOR HIM. the other two fucking raped him. i hate to think of charles in that situation... he;s such a proud person, and it's utterly degrading to be forced into sexual stuff u don't want a part of, i've felt that before and i just hate to think of him feeling it (and btw mike, hated it just as much knowing what u must've gone through). and then u add to that how scared he must have felt.. they had a knife, anything cdve happened.

seems totally insignificant now, but had a minor panic yday... bleeding when nowhere near period and am on the pill so that really shdnt happen... spacked out coz blame on ED and i don't know what i'd do if i've already gone and fucked up my fertility. doc says i shdnt worry atm tho.                oh, on anti-depressants as of monday... oh YAY. can't wait til the period after the fucked up side-effects.i feel drained and occasionally sick.

mike (like, bessie mate) came up over wkend wooo :D (he's gone now *sobs*).. will write more laters but clever us totally overdid the drugs on friday (they were legal, but potent and we mixed 2 really strong ones... oops)... both sick before 10:30 and spent hours in bed with me retching and mike having heart palpitations... lesson learnt :p kinda amusing, but not something we'll do again / advise anyone does at all :p

neways... i'll do a coupla comments then i'm gonna try sleep... HA, if that's possible

stay strong xxx


Monday, February 27, 2006

heigh hos... first of all sorry on 2 counts - for not updating in a small eternity (so much has been happening and i've been thoroughly ashamed of self on the weight front) and this is gonna be like, the biggest entry in the history of the world lolz.

so ya... last wrote some time last term... i actually managed to go 6 weeks without puking (omfg), tho i was still using tablets on and off, and of course not puking seriously hampered the weight loss (tho didn't put any on by some small miracle). Lisa (my lil sis) came to see me for one wkend, which was luvvly, went shopping and stuff and got horrendously drunk on the saturday we started off in the graduate (bar/pub type thing) where we totally sucked at darts was well funny, we bought a pack of fags to share, only i bought marlboro lights... and she spacked at me and ripped the filters off while lecturing me about their lack of nicotine and phoning her friend so share her annoyance!! neways, we're pretty drunk by this point, and i'm bored of the place, so we start to go... then notice the door's open to the club hehe... so we snuck in without paying and started dancing (haha, that's just reminded me, i'd given her my passport to get in anywhere as u have to be 18, and the idiots believed it!!)... this is like the first time she's been in a club and she's totally loving it.... before long, coupla guys start dancing with us... she's not interested coz she's gay and i'm taken, but i tell her we shd wind them up a bit  was so funny watching her drunkenly flirting with this guy and telling her she goes to the uni!! i demanded we leave when my guy started trying to kiss me mind lolz. got back and she collapsed on the bed while i danced round singing fall out boy into a hairbrush til i crashed into the wardrobe and fell on the floor john found us in a heap on my bed at about 4am lolz, and couldn't stop laughing... espesh when i started rabbitting on about "when i go to hell... i'm going to go on a picnic to the beach with satan.... there will be thermos flasks and bluebells..."             rotfl, i took her to the gym on sunday :p she's never been before lolz

john was being all weird and i kept asking him why... eventually he admitted he still had feelings for his ex... we talked bout it for ages, and he decided it wasn't fair on me to stay together. we were both crying and i spent ages with music blasting ridiculously loud and chain smoking to stop me crying. i was so mad at myself for letting a guy get me in that state lolz. he came back day after, saying all he'd wanted to do the night before was come in and hold me, and he realised he was being an idiot and it was me he wanted. he went on for a long time and seemed genuine, so i let him back. we planned me going to stay for a few days with him in somerset over xmas and he was all excited bout it, and me meeting his mates. was keeping my feelings a bit more guarded tho after what had happened, espesh as i knew he'd be staying with his ex at her uni for a few days at the start of the hols.

oh, on the day this all happened, i just wanted to get away for a bit, so i called ollie (knew from first secondary school, now at same uni) and we spent ages talking in my room (john left me alone lolz, coz he was feeling guilty)... only it isn't long before he sticks his hand down my pants *sighs*. didn't really stop him coz i was all over the place emotionally.

went to see mike at lincoln uni bit after that woo... was luvvly just to talk shit over booze and fags lolz :) got trashed on the first night and remember being ridiculously loud (singing fall out boy into a hairbrush again lolz) and fooling around with this emo guy (*slaps wrist for cheating*...poor excuse being john had upset me...oh, that reminds me i have a confession to make :s i said roy had kissed me?? i kinda slept him... well, a drunken attempt at lolz. i don't know why, it was stupid and everything's been awkward with him ever since)      spent sat eating hangover food and feeling ill lolz... by 7 we decided enough was enough and got our asses down the pub again :p rotfl, we stole the cue ball from a snooker table, 2 baubles off the xmas tree and the "over 18's only, ID may be required" sign to put on mike's door!! we bought the 12 shots for whatever it was and shared them between the 2 of us :p got pretty wrecked then went on to a club... wasn't long before i collapsed into his mate's lap HA - bouncer comes over wanting to know what i'm doing and dave's all like "it's ok! i'm gay!!"  this was the point i was half-carried out and back to dave's lolz... and puked on his carpet *turns red*  tho they did have sex in the same room while i was passed out!!!!!!! :p         oh, and i totally love mike for giving me the ville valo poster i screamed and hugged when i saw it:p

me and said guy. forget his name...

mike :D:P

will skip to the xmas hols now... so on like the first day back home, john calls sounding all jittery and emotional... asked what was up... "i think u know..." told him it wasn't a gd time and hung up. so ya, he decided he still had feelings for her (ffs lolz). i wasn't upset this time, i was just pissed off. he tried to text and IM a coupla times over the hols, but chose to ignore, i didn't want him making a hard time (being home fucks me up totally) even harder. so i announce publicly i want some meaningless sex!! and rotfl, had loadsa ppl offer their "services" :p was totally bemused by the whole thing... zach was stripping for me on webcam (i was drunkenly telling him what to do LMAO) and saying he'd be a fuck buddy, alex says he'd be happy to be a fuck buddy... coupla other ppl "ARG i have a gf, but i wd have :p" made me smile lolz.

day after i'm back, hannah realises i'm home, so comes over in like, half an hour lolz. lozzy came too and all played that stupid card game and got really pissed!! my sister was joining in too lolz... we start ranting about how men suck but how we're all really horny... and how we shd have a lesbian threesome hahahaha. we all end up getting off with each other and me and hannah fooling around a bit in bed.... was so random lolz. tho it now seems to be verging on a party-piece for me and han to get off at parties :p well, we're gonna get together when we're sick of guys neways hahahahahahahaha

she also took me to her church youth group thing and lozzy (sister's friend) was saying i was looking thin  kyle was like "u shdnt be" "why?" "coz all the girls will be jealous and hate u!!"  and he made several comments bout me being sexy lolz... i had a smile on my face at the end of all that lolz.

seeing friends was nice, but i hated being back really, coz i cdnt stop b/p-ing, as predicted. and it was harder coz of the RETARDED new shower that kept switching to freezing, and was too powerful so kept filling the bath with water... NOT gd for purging!!so i was like drinking every day to start with, then i was getting stoned every day (mum was like "ur sleeping a lot, u ok??" ya... i'm just monging:p:p) was doing so much i was getting hallucinations which really bemused me lolz... my light turned into a little man in a suit that ran across my ceiling and somersaulted... a yeti arm came out of my mirror and patted me on the leg... and i developed an annoying new habit of forgetting what i was talking about half way through a sentence and being confused as hell :p

went to see the chippendales with charles and mum for her bday hehehe:P so much fun lolz, and got a hug and peck on the cheek from one of them:p mum was lil jealous:p

had a partay at some point while mum was seeing her parents, which was pretty hilarious... had charles, joe, martin, jake, andy and jimmy over, and we got stoned/drunk as hell... which unfortunately meant we ate lots of cake and ice cream lolz. jimmy was so funny, he went the "i love u all!!" drunk, but unfortunately he is freakishly strong:p there were times he was lying on my bed with an inane grin on his face, with one of us in each arm and the rest of us trying to free the 2 ppl and failing:p at some point we got a coupla hrs sleep when we bunged donnie darko on... was strange, i spent a lot of the time arm in arm with joe or on his lap, and when we fell asleep we were cuddled up... was nice. he makes me feel safe. he was the one kept reassuring me when i was convinced there was a bloke in a beige coat there lolz (thank u weed :p).

met up with lisa's mates without her a coupla times which was hilarious (i smoke weed, lisa doesn't:p)    one night i had to fireman carried to the bus stop coz i was so stoned/drunk (i had previously collapsed in the toilets and no one believed me when i said i was saved by rapping girls!!) and i kept whining that i didn't have nice knickers on and everyone must be able to see them with me slung over tony's shoulder!!

ah, on the guy front over the hols... was kindof annoyed being back in hbay - seriously, u walk a few feet down the street and there's car horn's and wolf-whistles... sometimes u just want to be left alone coz u don't feel up to facing anyone. anyways, coz i did actually just want some meaningless sex, stopped to talk to some fairly cute, but nevertheless idiot of a bloke, and ended up shagging him in a side street... classy :( something to laugh about tho - he kept going on about "oh my god, this is like something straight out of sex and city!" *sighs* well u were crap mate!!       went to the pub with lisa one night, and a coupla guys celebrating one of their 18ths ask us to play pool with them, which of course we do, and have a laugh... at end of night, drop lisa off at home and i go back with these guys. slept with the cute-and-not-trashed one :p         met up with alex at some point, and like fooled around... but it was strangely sweet. he was being really lovely, and paid for my drinks etc. surprised myself by realising if i wasn't at uni i wd have gone out with him... usually only shows his "joking about sex" side, but there was more then. *sighs at unfortunate circumstances lolz*

new yr's eve, we went to jake's house for big partay.... is so funny there, his parents said we cdn't smoke tobacco in there, but we cd smoke weed!! *and* they were showing phil how to use their bong and helping us cook hash-pizza:p    hannah was my new yrs kiss lolz.     me (left) and han     (i'm stoned  as feck in case u can't tell:p)

i was pretty pissed off by end of hols, the munchies, booze and terrible b/ping meant i put on TEN AND A HALF FUCKING POUNDS. ARG. spent ages at the start of term wearing loose clothes and hiding away. got to 112 pretty quickly, losing a pound a day thanx to mia. but flu then came along to screw me over, i actually cdnt get out of bed for a week. started getting really depressed again round this point, mia does this to me when it starts getting intense.

oh, on the john front... my anger had gone, and i thought we cd be gd friends, so i listened (and made a point of not disagreeing:p) as he rambled on about what a bastard he was and how he was sorry / been beating himself up for ages. so all's supposedly fine. then he goes and pisses me off again. we're watching a dvd in my room, and he starts edging towards me and feeling me leg, then tried to kiss me. i never thought he wd make me feel like laurence made me feel - awkward and sick. but apparently u just feel like that when a guy is randy and pushing it when u DEF don't want it. i remind him he's with katie and he goes all apologetic... tho bloody goes "u know i wasn't using u right? just u know, hot girl, in bed..." well there's a contradiction in terms if i ever heard one... from this point his behaviour just starts to really piss me off, he's loud and violent with other ppl's things (thought he was gonna break my scales) and crazy opinionated. but i carry on being "friends". then his sodding gf turns up. why the fuck didn't he tell me?? what did he think i was gonna do?? and from that point i stopped talking to him, i can't be bothered having twats like him, who're gonna throw everything back in my face, in my life. he tried to talk to me about 3 weeks later, but i told him i'd made it clear i didn't want to talk to him and he left.

oh, when i was pissed at john, ollie asked if i wanted to go over so i wasn't on my own.ended up sleeping with him, which was all fine and sweet but retarded that he kept going "thank-u for last night"

so ya... i'm feeling fat and depressed, and i go to see charles at the uni in surrey. oh dear lord that wkend... fri was uneventful, it was sat that was. went shopping during the day, then to a club at night. charles has been having seizures and needs an MRI scan, but is on meds for now... so we're obv worried when he has a funny turn dancing, and go sit down for bit. he insists he's fine and him and lisa go back to dance, while me and chris finish our drinks. we started fooling around, then lisa rushes up saying we need to get outside coz charles has gone really dodgy... i'm pissed as feck by now btw... we rush outside, and help him back to the flat. somone calls security, who call an ambulance. charles has a fit while ppl hold down, then slowly comes round, but can't tolerate light. the ambulance crew decided he shd still go to hospital, so i went with him in the ambulance. we were still in A&E til fooking 5:30am. i called ryan for him (his bf in america... they planned to marry and he's like, everything to charles... he'd told me he'd've killed himself ages ago if it wasn't for him) tho i started worrying a bit - he didn't seem concerned at all.

neways, so we get back at this retarded hour, and i fall asleep pretty quick. half an hour later, i'm woken by charles crying. i jumped up and held him as he shook and cried, and asked what was wrong - ryan had dumped him. i asked why, and he suddenly straightened up marched out and yelled "FIND OUT!" as he chucked his mob at me and left the building. i called ryan and he wdnt come to the phone, so i ranted at the housekeeper for a while til i realised that was pointless and unfair, and hung up. chris had woken up by now, and he came and sat with me while we waited for charles. was obv rather worried about him... he comes in not long later and just says "get out. i won't tell u again." so we walk out and sit in the next room worrying... then i hear pills rattling and demanded chris call security again while i tried to talk to charles through the door... i felt so helpless tho, didn't know what to say. luckily, he stormed out into the kitchen, and lay all these pills out with a glass of water. most ppl in the flat are up now, and the guys are restraining him while us girls were scooping all the pills away. charles was yelling to be left alone and for ppl to get off him... eventually they did and he demanded i move out the doorway. i just stood there and said "i'm sorry... but i can't let u go..." tho he then managed to grab a knife so we had to let him go... he stormed to his room and security arrived. charles basically told them to fuck off, and there was nothing they cd do about it. so they called the police for us. i think i was this point i randomly broke down... i'd been numb before and thought i was fine, but the next second i was collapsed in tears. chris was great, and he sat with me in the room next to charles again. he was on his computer for ages, then suddenly appears and chucks a load of things in the doorway - his wallet, phone etc and a bit of paper... said bit of paper was clearly a suicide note, so i begged someone to follow him while i read it... my bit was in german, but translated : "emma - also all for u. stay strong. u know u are better than all other ppl. strive to be happy." to his parents... "i'm sorry i wasn't the son u wanted me to be. u tried, i failed. please forgive me." there were a coupla poems as well, i just cdnt stop crying... it's heartbreaking reading one of ur closest friend's suicide notes.

thank GOD the police chose that moment to arrive. they caught him outside, and he was getting really mad with them, but he had a nother seizure and apparently woke up in the police van... they sectioned him under the mental health act for 72hrs. he called me from there and sounded so angry... but knowing him and after talking to his mum, i'm sure it's just coz he was trying to cry so his words were really short and run together :(   bout 7:30am i wandered off for some fresh air and to call mum... i still cdnt stop the tears, and mum like jumped straight in the car to fetch me and take me back to warwick uni.     i was completely numb and utterly shattered... but cdnt sleep. this went on for days, barely sleeping, not feeling anything but then randomly bursting into tears.

saw my tutor after got back and explained my work was in a mess - flu, bulimia and now this. he was unbelievably sympathetic, said it seemed terribly unfair this had happened to me now, and wrote me notes to get me out of 3 weeks work basically. he also advised i go home for a few days, or at least have a few days out of lectures.

god i love her...

on the monday, i thought i was ok (OOPS) so i got horrendously drunk... had about 3/4 bottle of vodka... then went stupidly depressed. i looked at the sleeping tablets, was thinking i cd at least get my stomach pumped and be a lil thinner if not dead lolz... looked at the knife... then i was like "what's stopping u??" "you know u cd actually die.." "that wdnt be such a bad thing now wd it??" so i slashed it over and over on my wrist as hard as i cd. not sure exactly what happened next, but remember being slumped in the hall crying my eyes out while dave was on the phone to 999 saying "yeah, she's definitely done it..." ... bee was comforting me and matt walked in briefly and said "oh my god..." the ambulance got there, and they put paper stitches over my wrist and said they were taking me to hospital... bee came with me. they kept telling me i'd also taken an overdose, and i kept telling them they were wrong... i'd taken 40 laxatives coz i didn't want any food in me, not coz i was overdosing.

i remember apologising loads, saying there were ppl seriously ill who really needed medical attention, and then there were idiots like me wasting their time. i was told basically to shut up coz i did need help. i had to talk to this guy in an office for ages, telling him bout myself and my "issues". tho i have to laugh about when he asked if i did any illegal drugs... i just replied "cannibis whenever i can get my hands on it." he was telling me this wasn't just a case of "teenage angst" (nah, really?!!!) and it wd take me a long time to open up to someone and basically sort myself out.           i had my blood-sugar level tested and it was stupidly low, so this nurse demands i drink a full cal hot choocie with 2 sugars... i completely spacked out, started crying and saying i cd no way have that many calories this early in the morning. she then threatened me with being put on a drip to get sugar in me if i wdnt drink it, so i had to... cried the whole time, felt such an idiot and so panicky.

neways, i'm knackered from writing now so i'll fill the rest in laters... that's got the major stuff in. sorry it's so absurdly long, and hope uve all been better than i have!! i'll write loadsa comments to u all probs 2moro :)

stay strong xxx

ps almost back to 108, had another minor setback thanx to weed but nearly there thanx to intense mia. atm i puke usually twice and take 40 tablets a day. constantly light-headed and hungry, and losing 1/2lb-1lb a day. been taking a lot of drugs off the net simply coz i know i won't eat, too. tho arg... i have to go to this appt with a psychiatric nurse on wed, and she also wants to refer me to an ED clinic. i just want to be beautiful and thin....

pps my random emo roman :p



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