I'm kind of realising that I'm going mad. Or that I was never sane. Realising I don't know who I am because all I have are these peices of paper assessing me and hundreds of pages of diaries and poems and letters. And I don't know who I am.
She said to tell her if things get worse. Told me when she'll be in her office. Said she can refer me to the crisis team, that I just have to say.
It seems a bit crazy, a bit much, a bit sudden.
I don't know what I weigh. naked. I weigh 120 in my coat and clothes and boots.