I really hope my boyfriend brings some weed over tonight. I'm currently sat at my desk in my room with a cup of hot chocolate (the good kind, made with milk, not water) and a kitkat. I'm just waiting for Boy to come round really. It's not exactly been the most productive day. I went to the doctor, then the pharmacy, and then to my best friend's grave where I had a bit of a sob.

Since then it's been reading and writing. 

I'm back off to uni soon. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I sort of want to be busy with lectures and friends and stuff again; since I go back a week after everyone else it's been quiet for the last few days. But I'm scared of leaving my boyfriend. And I don't want to go back and not be around my friends all the time - home friends that is. I don't know. I'm a very confused individual. 

Sometimes I just want to admit myself to a hospital and let doctors and psychiatrists look after me.