What the fuck is this.

I get told off in Physics for scribbling all over my work...

I didn't even do it, fuck sake.

...Don't think I did at least. I don't remember about ten minutes of the lesson. I remember setting up an experiment to measure the velocity of a moving object but, after that I...

The next thing I know my teacher is asking me why I'm defacing my work.

I drew...lightbulb symbols all over it. Indicator symbol, I don't know. There's a stick figure in the side as well, but I certainly didn't draw that, Leanne must have.

Yeah, Leanne is back at school now. She's...

She's content. For the moment.

I can't be bothered with this crap for the rest of the night

That's my work after I had a black out.

If anyone can Help mE, that would be brilLiant, thanks People.

-Sintel

Words cannot describe this...



I don't know why the time is changed on my blogs, but for the record; it's 00:19 right at this moment.

Fell asleep an hour ago, tired from crying down the phone at Leanne.

Ill.

I...I fell asleep in my bed, I know because I remember mum opening the door and telling me to wake up tomorrow; I don't know why she says that, it's not like one day I'm just not gonna...

wake up...

That's not the point.

I woke up ten minutes ago because someone was holding me. itwasnt a laptop cable, iknowtha t for sur.

I had fucking arms around me. Arms.

Sometimes I wake up and I'm half asleep and I see things, it happens but...I could feel them.
Warm and tight.

Like a hug my best friend might give but with none of the emotion. As soon as I woke up the feelingwasgo ne.

Too scared to sleep. I think I'll watch a moviefor a whlile little.

-Sintel

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Back to school...

I went back to school today.

It was freezing and my lessons were boring, as usual.

Leanne wasn't at school today, she texted me at lunch saying she was sick. Stomach bug, fever.

I probably gave it to her to be honest, but I don't think I'll mention that to her, no use working her up. Also she punches hard. Hard. She has been more irritable recently and anything will set her off. We were walking from the lunch hall to our house last week (we go to private school and we're split up into boys and girls houses, yes...a bit like Harry Potter.) She was...distracted and edgy. Glancing behind her and the arm that was linked with mine was holding onto me with bruising force.

Actually, I think she did bruise me.

When we got back to the house she was pale and sweaty. She got off Games (PE) and I did too...I lied, it's not that hard. I sat with her in the medical centre for two hours. She talked for five minutes, the rest of the time she was flat asleep. Near catatonic. Honestly, I couldn't wake her and I thought she might have died till I realised...she was breathing. Ha.

The only thing she talked about for those brief minutes was, if I had seen anyone following me or if I had been walking through town recently. On my own.

I told her no and she sighed and leant on the cushion on the sofa we were sitting on (In the medical centre we have two bedroom and one lounge thing, with a TV and one bathroom, the borders go there a lot to escape lessons and the houses...) The hand I was holding onto was all sweaty and a bit disgusting but I held it anyway, she was really quite ill.

Leanne stared at me with fierce determination, like she was drilling some idea into my head.

I think she thought someone was following me.

Maybe my dad, he lives in the town I go to school in. Parents divorced yadda yadda. When I was little I had dreams about my dad chasing me, not that he would ever, he's not that stupid.

...Now I think about it.

I don't she was asking me if I was being followed, I think she was telling me she was being followed.

I need to call her really, she's probably kinda scared.

I think I am well.

I should close my curtains, it lets the cold in.

Sometimes I wonder if it lets other things in as well...

-Sintel

So, I just woke up.

I joke woke up from my nap.

I looked at my camera and found this picture from this morning. I took too many pictures like, I don't honestly...remember taking this one.

The weather was horrible, snow and fog and more snow and sleet.

I'm...confused. That tree has never been there before. I swear...there's one slightly to the left of this picture but...

Not one there.

My fingers are aching again but it's probably because I typed up a whole essay.

I felt like writing and after writing a whole essay on Before You Were Mine by Carol Anne Duffy got me super tired. My eyes hurt as well,

all droppy and I wanna just rub them. My glasses aren't helping at all.

I can't stop staring at the window. I felt like I haven't blinked in hours.

My eYeS ArE BuRnInG

I want to cry but nothing is coming out.

I must be really sick...

-Sintel

1st Post

So, I took a sick day today and I thought I would cure the boredom of sitting in my box-like bedroom; and write up a blog.

It's just a tummy bug. I think some other people from my school have it, so it's nothing to worry about.
But I am burning up a bit. I checked my heater and it wasn't turned up too high, so I was confused as to why I was so hot. I had a temperature of 38.3 °C (101°F) which was a bit worrying, I never get much of a temperature.

I didn't sleep well at all last night, I drifted in and out of sleep. With weird dreams that I don't remember but I knew I was having. I hate those kind of dreams because, I like to record my dreams because they always hold that fantastical element I won't have in my normal life.

The few glimpses of sleep I managed to catch were brief and cold. Then too hot. I was constantly kicking the covers on and off.

I noticed a lot of bruises on my legs and on my biceps as well. Yellow in colour which means they're fresh and they're quite painful when I poke them, which seems like a stupid thing to do but I still kinda enjoy it.

My house is getting really cold and I think it might be snowing outside. My fingers are aching and I need to stop writing, I'm drousy from the medicine I took about twenty minutes ago.

-Sintel