A Pounding Head Doesn't Make For A Good Sleep Buddy

It's twenty past two in the morning and I woke up three hours ago.
Insomnia's a bitch.
I had such a big day on Friday. As well as catching up on notes, I had a few assessments and things. And then there was the other stuff.
First period was Maths and my bulimic friend dragged me out of class to explain why I shouldn't try to throw up again. And then she said that the bulimia was going to kill her.
Second period was Physics and I got a text from my year ten choir friend. I had to leave class to make sure she didn't have anything sharp, and I worried. A lot.
Third period was Media Studies. We had an assessment and I had no idea what I was doing, but I thought a lot and wrote a ranty note to the teacher (who knows more than enough about the last few months) and she talked to me and told me I wasn't crazy. I reeally needed that, tbh because I was starting to lose the plot. She also told me I need to focus on being happy and that she thinks some of what I think sometimes too. So I felt kinda better after.
Lunchtime I sorted out stuff for English, moved around a lot and sat with three different groups of friends. I also talked to my year ten friend because she really didn't look okay. And I had half a mandarin.
Fourth period was Spanish and I spent the whole lesson with my head on the desk trying to sleep. (I didn't fall asleep in the end though).
Fifth period was Geography and I was hungry so I had half my croissant. And I did some work without falling asleep and then went home where I slept for 12 hours. Which is why I can't sleep now; because I'm used to getting half that. Even though I'm just so tired.....

Anyway, Dad's in town. And we're seeing Gran today. FML. I'm not looking forward to it because I just do not have the energy required to deal with her and worry about my friend at the same time.

I haven't cut in almost 10 days, but I'm struggling.

Yeeah idk what to write now.