Blood

It has been a rough week to say the least.

I haven't been into uni all week. Not once. Why? Because I'm a lazy, fat, drunken slut and I want to ruin my life as much as fucking possible.

I need someone to fucking tread on me tonight and make me cry my eyes out. I really need to cry, get down on my knees and scream my lungs out, smash up all my posessions, slash my curtains and paint streaks of red acress my walls. Shit. It's fucking raging inside of me. I need to cut myself.

but I have held off for so long...like 3/4 weeks or something I think?

To try and get out some of this anger I have drawn red lines across my arms and legs. Apparently that is supposed to help because it looks like bleeding cuts, and I get that thrill and sense of satisfaction but without the permanent scars...
but still, like I say, I need some pain, I need something to make me scream and cry and go crazy at.
I have written the usual hate messages across my body in black marker pen: 'I will not eat', 'Fat bitch' etc etc

I ended up with Simon (another one, not New Years Eve Simon) on Monday. We had spent the night together a few times leading up to Christmas, but he has a girlfriend so it was a no go. He asked me round to sew on some things to his shirt...and cut a long story straight we ended up going clubbing, getting smashed and fucking.
Then this girl turns up who was the reason for Oliver turning into a cunt with me because Oli was getting with her whilst getting with me... and I really hate her cos she's an absolute piece of trash, and she knows I absolutely hate her, but she turns up at Simon's, and... well I don't really know what else to say...all three of us were in his bed.

So of course she told Oli and he told the rest of the world, and he had a good laugh in my face. And we had a few fucked up converstaions. Meanwhile I am sending shameful texts to James who is leading me on and not following up. And on Wednesday I get really drunk again, tell people loads of stuff I should really be ashamed of and how much I want to get with Oli, end up trying to go home with Simon again, and blah blah fucking blah.

Like what the fuck.

So of course, cos I've gone off the rails with the men, I go completely fucked up with the eating and stuff myself senseless and lock myself up in my room.

I want to never eat again.


I'm literally on the edge of my nerves. I've just popped extra pills to try and have some sort of an effect, I am so low right now I'm fucking reeling and shaking.

God damn shit. I will never fucking tell you. Yes I LIE. I LIE TO YOU OK! HOW CAN I EVER REVEAL THIS FUCKED UP PIECE OF TRASH THAT I AM TO YOU?!

I need to see blood