you're just another brick in the wall I still don't feel very well today. I'm not ill as such, just feeling run down and tired. It's been nice having a few days off school, but it hasn't really made a lot of difference. Even when I'm not there I still think about it. and I can never properly escape it. I hate waking up in the mornings. realising that I have get up and walk to school in the cold. I then have to sit there for six and a half hours, waiting to go home. I just remembered that mum is going into hospital tomorrow. I hope that nothing serious is wrong with her, but that possibility is always there. I presume I'll find out tomorrow afternoon anyway. I really hate Mondays. Now I think about it, I seem to hate every day. Sometimes I think it's my friends that get me through the day, with their general stupidity and ability to make me smile. Sometimes with certain friends I find that we just sit there in silence most of the time. It's almost as if there's nothing to say between us. Maybe it's me that causes it. I don't know anymore. I don't think I even care. I want to, but something is stopping me. Don't know what that is yet.

I still don't feel very well today. I'm not ill as such, just feeling run down and tired. It's been nice having a few days off school, but it hasn't really made a lot of difference. Even when I'm not there I still think about it. and I can never properly escape it. I hate waking up in the mornings. realising that I have get up and walk to school in the cold. I then have to sit there for six and a half hours, waiting to go home. I just remembered that mum is going into hospital tomorrow. I hope that nothing serious is wrong with her, but that possibility is always there. I presume I'll find out tomorrow afternoon anyway.

I really hate Mondays. Now I think about it, I seem to hate every day. Sometimes I think it's my friends that get me through the day, with their general stupidity and ability to make me smile. Sometimes with certain friends I find that we just sit there in silence most of the time. It's almost as if there's nothing to say between us. Maybe it's me that causes it. I don't know anymore. I don't think I even care. I want to, but something is stopping me. Don't know what that is yet.