the first day back at school was really depressing because no one would talk to me. the second day, yesterday, was better, because i have classes with Savannah and she was nice to me. but she kept saying, "so whatcha been up to?" and i had to tell her, nothing, because i'm really down and tired and the last thing i want to do is party. today, i had math first block, and i didn't think i could manage with a bunch of people who don't like me staring at me in class so i went to the classroom of the lady who is my tutor. so i sadly moped about up there, and she tried to encourage me by telling me to give it time.
i am extremely depressed. like before i went to Pinefield Institution depressed. i don't think i'm going to start cutting again but i really hate myself and life and every morning is a brand new device of torture. i'm not going to kill myself. but i'm not doing well here, in case anyone cares. not at all.
