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Called Susan a few moments ago. Alix is still drinking a little. Still being tube fed. She freezes up everytime feeding time comes around. She weights 7st 1lb. She's put on a stone. Her goal is 8st. She's terrifed of that. There's some sort of meeting tomorrow to decide what to do with her. She might be coming back. She might be kept there. Her college says she can catch up. Susan isn't sure. They gave her phones back to her. She hasn't text me. But I'm not upset or anything - I don't doubt she has no idea what to say to anybody.
I did a right number on my arm yesterday. I think I went a bit crazy. The whole of my inner arm was covered in cuts. It's not so bad today, they're scabbing and not so sore. I then proceded to get drunk. I'm trying to hold it together.