Lately I've been feeling terrible, I've always been depressed, but in the last 2-3 days I've really started losing the plot. I talk to myself a lot, I'm paranoid, so paranoid I can't sleep with the lights off at night, and I'm suicidal. But I can't ever remember a time in my life where I actually wanted to live, I just never did it because I'm scared of the pain.
This morning I thought I'd try and go to college. When I got there I was sweating and so uncomfortable in the environment that I went home ill after about 15 minutes. I don't know why I thought I could handle college, the way I've been recently. I didn't go home, I was out all day, just spending hours at a time on park benches staring at squirrels and leaves. I came home at a time that no one would notice I didn't do a full day of college.
When I left college this morning I went straight to the doctors and I made an appointment for friday. I'm a little bit worried my mum will find out. I'm also worried about talking to my doctor about it because I find talking about feelings extremely difficult because I just feel empty inside. I'm hoping to get diagnosed so I can get medication because all I can think about is how much I want to die.
Not going to college tomorrow - I am skiving and getting on a train to the capital - I need a bit of freedom, I feel so trapped in this town, my house, my life. I'm just going to have an adventure and just try to feel alive for one day... I think doing something crazy and spontaneous like this will make me feel better...