Worried again

Dear Kitty,             I'm so worried that Fraser has actually managed to find my blog. And, if he has, how he reacted. And also that he knows about that fact that I SH, mainly because, if he was going to ever find out, I wanted to tell hime myself, face to face. I almost told him in Drama on Tuesday, but I just didn't know how, and then I was in a really bad mood. Plus he really, really can't tell anyone what he found out, or I will eat him.             I'm a little less worried about Isla; she seemed much happier today, and a lot less distracted. I hope that she's always happy.             Great, now I feel really upset. I'm so worried that Fraser has actually found my blog. If he has...well...I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll confront him about it later. I'll see you later; I need to be able to stop thinking for a while, so I'm going to go and watch some absolute drivel on TV or play the piano. I'm still trying to learn 'Limbo', but I still can't play it; I'll go and give it another go.I love you very very much.Lots of love,  FranoxxxxxxxxxxxxP.S. I really don't know if I can take this anymore. I might end up cutting myself again later (is it cutting or scratching? I don't care)...but I'll try to hold off; I'm seeing Mum and Dad on Sunday. If I do do it, I'll do it somewhere where they won't see. I'll write again either later or tomorrow.P.P.S. I'll finish with a joke:             Why didn't the skeleton go to the party?                 He had nobody to go with and didn't have the heart to go by himself.