I'm an awful person. That's why I have so few friends. I'm fat and ugly and horrible to be around. No one at uni wants to know me. Recently I've been eating a lot of biscuits, sweets, chips and cider to try and feel even a bit better, but now none of my jeans fit so I'm wearing trackies all the time probably looking a total mess no wonder no one wants to know me. I'm staying with a friend's family over christmas, they're going to think I'm such a freak when they see my arm. I counted 34 recent cuts yesterday, that's on top of all the old ones. I'm a mess. It's looking more and more likely I'm going to be kicked out of uni next term, tomorrow in a seminar the lecturer is giving back essays - I haven't even started the damn thing yet and can't get myself to do it. That's going to be fun. When I get kicked out I've got no where to live, neither of my parents have room, I won't be able to play the sport I love anymore so I'll just get fatter and even more depressed. I really don't see the point in carrying on.