5.37pm Today has been a long day, but I suppose it has been good. Wasteful, slightly. I've done nothing interesting. I think I might ask mum if we can go out to eat tonight because I don't want to just do nothing all day. That would feel a little bit pointless. West Ham drew 0-0 which, insignificant as it is to many people who might read this, has made me happier. I'm still a little bit numb. Physically and mentally. It's colder today than it has been for a long time. I've been typing a lot today, and my hands and feet are getting to be more than a little bit cold. I get jealous far too easily, which I know a number of people can relate to. I guess a glance is nothing in some people's minds. In mine it can mean a thousand different things. I have a rather impressive bruise from my one fall when we ice skating. I've only just realised that I won't be able to hide it at school. It's definitely bad enough to show through my tights. Ah well, at least no-one who came actually saw me fall over. I don't like people laughing at me. I just laugh along to feel included. Which reminds me, I should stop being so hypocritical. I'm sorry if I've ever hurt anyone by laughing at them, because I hate it when it happens to me. For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come until my days, my day are done and say you'll come, and set me free say you'll wait you'll wait for me