I hate the place sometimes, I dread even going this week. Last week and the week before was such a disaster, I had names being thrown at me from every point of focus, dirty looks, people pushing me around, punching me in the arms and kicking me in the legs. Drawings were being created of me hanging myself and overdosing and basically killing myself and then all being shoved under my nose in class. I nearly had a panic attack. I failed my maths exam, my English Speaking and Listening I got an 'A' in but that's because I shouted at everyone to fucking shut up when the teacher left the room. Double maths on wednesday and not one out of the eighty two (I counted them) questions right, then I had to be kept in at the end of the day for half an hour because of that. Then on the way home I had to walk,,, the people in my year kept pushing me off the bus or out of the way so I couldn't get on, getting attacked by the rain. I have a giant scar on my leg,, Which I had to convince my parents was because I 'fell' down the stairs. The only subjects which I high in is Art and Music. and that's only because I can draw out what I see and compose how I am feeling like that. My friends don't even want to associate with me anymore,, they keep away afraid that they'll get hurt aswell. I see my councillor today I need someone to talk to but really just to listen.