I\'m worried, tired and slightly depressed again - not a good combination.

Dear Kitty,              Today has not been my best. I suppose that it started last night at the road; the night began fine, and ended happily. To start with, we were all just standing around shivering, until Josh (our new groupie; we met him on Saturday when he was very drunk, as were SatNav and Samson) wanted to see if he could fit two people into Giffy's hoodie at the same time, and lent me his hoodie, which was nice of him! And it stopped my hair from getting wet! And then, when he wanted to fit me and him into the hoodie and put both of our heads into the hood (and I nearly wet myself laughing because it was so funny!), Tom started saying things like 'She fancies you soo much' to Josh, and it just irritated me. And he'd already been taunting me half the evening, so I was sort of feeling a bit low. So I got a bit irritated with him (even though I try not to because he...you know...not that anyone extends the same courtesy to me; but that's probably because they don't know about me), and after a lot more of his jeering, eventually, I stormed off. And then, while everyone was calling me back, I ignored them, and I heard footsteps behind me, running. It was Josh. And he managed to get me to go back, by saying things like 'if you leave, you're just letting him win.' So I went back, and pretty much ignored Tom for the rest of the evening, but we did have great fun with Charly's phone! Because she has an iPhone, she has some really fun games; Virtual Truth or Dare! So we were playing that, and it came up with some really silly ones, like 'Take off as many items of clothing as there are letters in your name!' (We weren't actually doing these; we were just reading them because they were so funny). So everyone counted, and I panicked; I only had nine items of clothing on, including my hairband! Isla just laughed at me; it was pretty funny! But by the end, when I had to say goodbye to everyone, I was really just crying inside; I hate leaving the people who understand me.              And then I had to go and finish an English essay in the dark, so I ended up staying awake until eleven writing; it was horrible! And now I really need to sleep, but I can't because it is prep, and I need to do work. But I'm writing this instead; I wonder which is more fun? Anyway, I managed to do that, and then I realised that I hadn't done my Biology prep, and had forgotten to hand in my Chemistry. So I got a big fat ZERO for the latter. For the former, I made up an excuse, saying that I'd left it on my desk, and couldn't go back at break because I had to finish my conclusion in my essay (which is probably a load of WUBBISH) , and finished it in a big rush before lunch, after lunch, and after I finished my conclusion at break. And then, finally, I got to take it to him after lunch, and guess what? He wasn't even there! I hate it when teachers do that.               Still, Symphony Orchestra was surprisingly fun; we're learning Swan Lake and Schubert's Unfinished Symphony, so my (mad) friend Steph and I were just saying silly things about why Schubert didn't finish his symphony (went on holiday; died; lost it...oh, apparently we don't know why. So one of our reasons could be right!) and about Godzilla invading the lake during the really loud and fierce bits in the Tchaikowsky.                Oh, and, because I get terrible stage fright, although I might change to acting, I'm doing costume for Drama GCSE. And our devised piece is set in WW2. The only problem is that Bryony is refusing to wear the costume that I need her to wear in order to get an A*.                And the other thing is that we might all die on Wednesday because some stupid scientists are trying to create a black hole (which Steph and I were also making silly jokes about). But at least there is only a 1% chance of us actually dying. So I probably shouldn't worry. Even though I'm being a complete hypocrite (is that how you spell it???) here because of all the times I've thought of dying by my own hand, and really wanted to do it. But still, I'm trying not to think about it. Actually, I'm more worried about not seeing any of my family (who aren't really Christians) or non-Christian friends in Heaven than the actual death part.               Sorry, this is probably way depressing for you. Sorry.               Anyway, got to go; I really need to do my work.      Lots of love,           FranoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxP.S. You know what the really sad bit was? None of that was lies.P.P.S. Still a long long time...but nearly scraped hand raw with debit card in maths until noticed that Isla was watching.