Day 20: betrothals

3/10 except a stressful incident in class and lack of sleep sent me running to the toilets to tear off a layer of skin from my lips. Returned sucking the blood off, deep breath.

Not really slept much since Friday, behind behind behind on coursework. Oh the start of term blues. It sux to be me... A good friend reassures me about the mistake and reminds me to smell the roses, the ones I gave her are blooming.

decided if I am to be on my own (counter to all social conditioning and personal weaknesses) then I need to be partner to be myself, be kinder, be nicer, be truthful. I would rather this than the undignified scraping of self esteem that appears to be the only other option. Hate people telling what round the corner may bring, so please don't. Round the corner will be whatever I make it or life intervenes to take out my hands