Fresh Start. What, another one?

Started my new today. It was okay, partly because I'm used to being the new kid. So it doesn't bother me as it once would. I just feel indifferent towards it all.

I just wish I had someone to talk to though. Like, face to face. But I've not really got anyone left now. Ah well. TIme to start struggling on my own. Again. Ah well.

I've been felling really down, but I've kept it hidden. But all I wanna do is curl up ina little ball and cry.

I've promised Francis and my grandmother that I won't self harm again. But it's getiing really hard. And I made a promise.

I intend to keep it.