He's dead. One of the most important people in my life is dead.

It's safe to say I've had the most traumatic weekend of my life.

I hate myself so much.

Sob.

I'm so ill I want to cry, but that would cause suffocation.

I have, however, gone over my 2 stone mark by only eating a cheese sandwich a day.

Life.

The highlight of New Year had to be Sherlock, dear god that series is amazing. Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman were as amazing as ever, Freeman is adorable and Cumberbatch is attractive in a really-not-attractive-I-need-my-eyesight-checked way. Sigh feelings.

I'm feeling a lot better today than I was a few days ago, official 22 pounds lost, I keep acidently forgetting to eat sometimes. oh well.
Anyway, the book I'm reading Wintergirls is the most depressing thing I have read for a while, it is about ED's and how the main character Lia relapses into her old habbits when her best friend dies. The best friend had tried to call Lia 30+ times before she died but she never picked up. It is a pretty grueling and hard to get throught at times, but it is even harder to put down, it's pretty upsetting for the most-part but the ending is very good.

I am however dreading going back to school, I still have 2 piece of English to do and I am so worries about my Biology Exam, despite having done not much else dudring this break besided exercising and Biology papers.

That is about 7 Biology papers that I did on New Years Eve/Day until 3am (including drawing breaks in 'bio break' time). I swear I'm still only getting the hang of how to answer the questions. I really, really hope I don't do badly.

If I do, after doing this much work, I'm not even going to try again.