10.30!

Half way through the morning before writing, have replied to emails though, applied for a job which I won't get, argued and made up with mum and had bizarre dreams that haunt me and I can't write about them here. My life is a mess and I don't know which was to turn. Counselling is bureaucratic, you can't get any if you live there, from us, mum thinks it's all a waste of time anyhow. I'm not hungry but I eat, exhausted but I struggle to sleep, broken but I don't find healing, screaming but I'm silent