Lizzie's diary, 28th November 2007

Diary entry: 28th November 2007

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"In some ways I wish I’d never agreed to this. Too much, Hannah. I don’t think I’m going to be able to overcome it. And so many people have responded – I can’t back out. I need to change or this is going to be it for the rest of my life. I get so confused, I can’t think straight. I’m sick of feeling cold, empty, irritable, short-tempered, impatient and constantly on edge. I can’t sleep without pills, I can’t relax, I’ve lost the ability to get totally lost in something. My concentration is crap. I can’t even write this diary well. I want attention, then when I get it I want to be left alone. I look like shit. I’m embarrassed of myself. Surely these things should be some incentive to do something? What am I waiting for? I don’t even know anymore? I’ve lost touch with what I want, I don’t really enjoy anything. But what is the guarantee that things will be different with an extra stone on me?"