Tuesday 24th April

I had to spend my lunchtime with the school nurse today. She’s a weird woman, she’s a bit too round and where’s dresses a bit too tight. She smiles too much too. I told her about this little blog, I’m not sure why. She seemed really interested in it and asked me a few questions, I just told her that’s it’s not that good, so she wouldn’t want to read it anyway.

She asked me about James. I told her I still didn’t like talking about it, but she wasn’t listening. She kept asking how I feel, if I’m okay, how I’m coping. I told her it’s difficult to get out of bed when you know it’s your fault. She said it isn’t but she doesn’t know anything about it at all.

I’m just so tired.