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It's now well and truly 2014 and life still seems to be continuing at a pace that I wish would just slow down for a moment. Everyone around me seems to have their lives sorted and have some kind of idea as to what they want to do, while I'm just juggling every thought that I have, hoping it will spark some inspiration.

I've started watching TV shows again, which I haven't done in years, and at the moment I'm quite interested by a show called Teen Wolf. It has a number of appealing factors including the well developed characters, suspenseful plot line and interesting character relations (and hot guys who are pretty body confident...). Some of the things I found somewhat difficult to get used to were the animation of the werewolves but by the 3rd episode I managed to stop caring. Each of the characters seems to have an appealing aspect to them, from their family background as werewolf hunters, geniuses who pretend to be stupid and a sarcastic guy called Stiles who is completely human. Definitely recommend it for people to try.

On a darker note, my OCD seems to have begun to control my life again and I really don't want that to happen again. For some reason my obsession was with 3's and I never figured out why. Tapping in sets of 3, washing hands 3 times, staring at the clock and getting extremely anxious when something doesn't happen on time. Answering 3, 6 or 9 questions on an exam is starting to cause problems in my schoolwork. I just wish I could be a normal person.

I went on my monthly checkup to the hospital and apparently my blood sugar is getting to low and I have iron deficiency, it seems whenever I try to get better things just keep getting worse. Maybe it's the stress from finding out that a girl I used to be friends with is stalking me and I spent every moment scared that she will call me and leave another message, or that she'll leave letters on my locker and corner me in the bathrooms again. Maybe it's my parents who have now taken to making sarcastic comments about everything because apparently mental disorders don't exist and I'm faking everything. They made a joke about get me a scalpel for my birthday because I used to self harm. I don't think they realise that calling me a failure actually hurts.

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Dorcha