A month alone in an unfamiliar place while learning the ins and outs of nursing. No one to talk to when I got off my shifts, no one to tell me that things weren't as bad as I was making them out to be. Crying myself to sleep every night. Now it's over and I assumed that it would be okay now, I did the hard bit and would get a break.
My lecturers changed out timetable and had us back in class today for an assessment. WTF? Was I ready for an assessment? Was I even in the right head space to be back at college. Hell no. I failed the assessment and I didn't care. I didn't care. I don't care about anything right now. I took a pair of scissors from my bag (sharpest thing i could find) and took them to the toilets where I asked James to cut me. He refused to come out so I did it myself and dressed the cuts with paper towel and hair elastics.
I'm fried, tired and alone and I really don't give a $#%^ about anything anymore. If the college had been more than one story I would have been up there today. If I had found something sharper I would have found an artery.
All I was right now is to meet te big guy that made me and have him say 'You're commited a mortal sin Catherine, you're going to hell,' and I'll laugh in his face and tell him 'I've been there, what else you got?'
Everyone sees, nobody cares, nobody wants to see, nobody wants to care. I've hit the bottom and I don't want to come up.