Mehhhhhh.
My best mates boyfriend put himself in hospital yesterday (we're quite close).
I haven't officially failed my course because I've been given a last chance essay to write, in Law, which I can't do - I attempted it during the year and he wouldn't even grade it, it was that bad.
I've kinda got through the shock and the upset of Poppys death now but am firmly planted in the disbelief stage again.
The boy found my self harm scars and (quite fairly) had a go at me for it. Then tried pressuring me into sex. I'm still a virgin and I'm pretty sure I'll be ok to lose it with him, I really don't mind about that, but I kept saying just not
now, far too much other stuff to worry about. All of work knows now.
I haven't eaten more than about 400 calories a day in the last week... I've dropped nearly 4 lbs. But in the mirror I still look like I weigh what I did back at school - wtf?
Sigh. I'm not a suicide risk, I don't think, seeing my best mate yesterday - the girl who never gets upset, about anything - so scared and worried. I can't self harm any more because I'll lose him. I'm all cried out and fed up of talking to people. What can I do?