So I was sitting in a two hour assembly and then some loser guys sitting behind me were just being jers and when my friend went up for an award calling him a faggot then all the fat chicks getting awards they would make noises and well just being pathetic. I sat there staring at my bag infront of me and just trying to keep calm. I don't even know how they were affecting me. after ages of this going on I walk out of the school assembly and the teacher who I had last year says "Mahala where are you going" and I kept walking "Mahala" and I kept going she ran and caught me and I said going to my car to wait. I coulod hear my voice breaking and I thought oh shit not now and she said are youi okay and I just walked off. I went to my car and locked myself inside. I havn't cried like that before. I calmed down and had a headache and woke up to my horn going off cos my head was on it .I didnt even remeber going to my car or walking out it all seemed so unreal. I waited until my face had gone back to passable as okay and breathed my imaginary glue like I did that day in the toilets. I walked back into school and there was the councilar on his way to get me and I thought shit. I said Im sorry and started crying again. He took me to his office and we talked..I don't remeber much of it now..he didnt understand why I broke down so I talked about Solway and cutting and just shit which didnt make sense at all..I stopped crying and could breathe again and I've had the shakes ever since then. I got home after work and the first thing Dad said was "are you okay, you're not really okay are you" kinda rheotorical question Dad. I shrugged it off and then txtd the councelar asking him who told my parents and he said he didnt but the teacher mihgt have. Why can't people mind theire own buissness. I tried explaining to him that yes, I have had councellasrs trying to fix me before and none of them worked. He won't ever be able to. Now I will never be able to go to friends of dorothy meeting again cos he runs them. Ugh. I won anway cos he doesnt know about the glue. All during sitting in his fucking uncomfortable chair my head was screaming glue glue. Thats why I had to get out of that assmebly, cos I was gunna turn round and punch those loosers up. One day I am not gunna have enough control to make it to my car to calm down.  I NEED GLUE