I can't stop thinking about this will soon be over. Three weeks, then I sit at home and crying into my pillow. I don't want to going back to my life at home.. I hate the city I live in. I hate my psychologist. I hate the past I've there. I'm sick afraid that when I'm done here and lose you, the people I most love. I'm afraid that I end up killing myself. This school has been both; the best and the worst that ever happened to me. It has given me so much trouble but it also learned me what real friendship is.. I think that if I had not been at boarding school I was probaly given up by now.