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11:28 PM
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well well well, look who it ain't!
I haven't written here for ages, did anyone miss me?! Thought not. Anyways, it's hard to find an outlet for my emotions in people, they either tell me I'm crazy, leave me alone or just laugh at me, and I've seen too many of those reactions. So lucky reader, I shall inflict them upon you! Yesterday I skipped technology, and sat in the junior toilets for an hour, listening to Joy Division on my walkman, writing letters to Morrissey, chatting to friends on my mobile and erm, cutting myself. I don't do it for the adrenalin anymore, as that wears off pretty quick, I do it to feel the pain, to punish myself for being the person I am. My arm's pretty much a mess right now, plus the skin feels so damn tight every time I move it feels like it's going to break and my whole arm will just open up in a big, bloody mess. I enjoy feeling the pain. I know that makes me seem so fucking weird, (becuase I am maybe?) but it's true, I like the way it's sharp, then just aches and aches for ages. I'm going to lose the friends I've got over this, I lost most of them last year when I was self harming, but back then, all I had to lose was myself, now, I don't even have that. I need people now more than ever and all they seem to be doing is pushing me away even further. Arm's length is too close, apparently. I need somebody to just hold me for hours, and tell me how things will get better, good things come to those who wait, I need to feel human, in some way, breathing isn't enough!
And other news in the world of Harriet:
I'm in trouble for inciting a protest which around 200 people in total attended.
I've joined Revolution, the socailist youth!
I've got a crush on Kurt Cobain again.
My Mum looks like Debbie Harry!
I'm currently dancing happy mondays Bez style to my minsistry of sound album!
See, things aren't that bad!!
Love and kisses to my favourite people, whom I can't be arsed to list, apart from the ones I truly do love.............erm, lou, bumstuffer, rallen, kes, erm, there are others, I'm sure but you know, lousy memory etc.
Toodle pip campers!
Love Harriet the lousy anarchist xxx P.S leave comments, or I'll never write again!
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