I have no idea what to do. It's like everyone's screaming at once, every time I go anywhere near school, and I swear I'm starting to feel it through the ether, too... I start crying when I read everything that's going on. I know you're all going through a lot right now - trust me, I know - and I don't want to make it all about me, but it's getting harder and harder to work out which bit "me" is. I think I have it. I think I have it, but it's so difficult to tell what's mine.
My parents are worried. Really worried. They don't show it, but they're really worried and I think it's my fault. But I can't help it. I've been through five packs of cigarettes since the post yesterday, and they don't help any more.
I think I'm scared.
I'm going to try something else. Believe me when I say I really, really want to help you all feel better, but it's really difficult to even separate out whose feelings are whose at the moment, it's all just this... mess. So if you're feeling upset or angry or anything like that, can you just... tell me why? In confidence, I swear, I won't tell a soul. But I want to work out where everything is coming from and maybe see if I can help, because otherwise I really can't do anything or go anywhere, and if I can't go to school, I can't graduate, and I can't go to NYFA, and everything's for nothing. And I think I miss being around people and not being crippled by them. I think I'm lonely.
I think I'm going crazy.
Sarah, Tina, anyone else involved with the films I was talking about... I'm sorry, I can't concentrate on them right now. I started a screenplay but it was bullshit. I'll get to it soon, though.