Stay Another Day

I'm dead inside so my eyes remain dry

Getting through the day seems like a good place to start. I don't have to be strong for ever, just the next twenty- four hours. Even less than that.

Your thoughts are something that happen to you, or in you, but they are not you.

It's a struggle, life. Everyone is struggling with something. It's why we've got to be kind to each other, even when it's really fuckin' hard. You just don't know. You can't tell by looking. You can't tell by looking.

I throw on some sweatpants and tell everyone I want a 'real' coffee which sounds more believable than telling them I'm going for a run. That would literally never happen unless I was running away from a murderer and even then I'd try to reason with him

I don't know if it's something you win. I still have negative thoughts a lot of the time, but I know it's not me. I'm fine in here. I'm a whole person - I like olives, I hate bananas. I can't sing, but I'm really good at video games. I love myself, and other people love me too. But sometimes, little gremlins creep in.

Simpler times. I miss simple. Puberty is truly Pandora's box. Once it's open, there's no going back.

You cannot sit in your room reading until the end of time. The world is scary and full of challenges. It's full of unkindness, and unfairness, and you just have to deal with it.

doubled back to one of the cute indie coffeeshops that have sprung up all over the area like middle-class chickenpox. I see a latte has crossed the three- pound mark in Edinburgh. Thieving fucking bastards, honestly. I definitely can't afford a croissant too. It is great coffee, mind

One of my doctors was always talking about insight- or being aware of your illness. Knowing you're nuts when you're nuts is way better than being nuts but thinking you're sane. Accepting help is better than pretending you don't need it.

I roll back and forth in bed until about six, when the heating clanks on and I give up. I pull a sweater over my pyjamas and head for the kitchen. It's still pitch black outside the windows. I like these secret hours, just the house and me.

It's very... christmas movie. Like the cheesy ones on channel 5, where some frosty bitch from the city breaks up with a smarmy lawyer, and has a breakdown, so has to go home to Leafy Glade, Alabama, where she reunites with the humble carpenter she dated in high school, and ends up working as a mall elf, and rediscovers the true meaning of Christmas.

It's been... so long since I had a crush, I can't even remember what one feels like. Anorexia is a cancer that spread through your body and your life. My friendships and my schoolwork went first, then my periods stopped, then I just stopped feeling

I learned very young that there's a currency in making people laugh. I may well have been gay as the day is long, but at least I was funny. I added value.

It doesn't matter how many times I chuck Philosopher's stone into the fireplace, another copy appears on the shelf like literary herpes

I take skincare very seriously because I figure prevention is better than cure when it comes to ageing. Skincare tutorials are my guilty pleasure. Each night, I apply serum, vitamin C and enriching collagen night cream to my face. I mean, this does mean I look quite slimy of an evening

I'm so cold. All the time. That's the worst thing. I just can't get warm, not ever. All my heat has to come from without, I'm making none within. My biological central heating is broken. I climb out of the window seat and pull an XXL hoodie out of the bottom drawer and put it on over my sweater. Layers help.