Pottyhead:
First off, let me give you a big hug.

I'm glad that you found yourself to our friendly little thread; we get lost around all the other threads.
You write beautifully; I think that it may be a reward for writing in your diary for as long as you have. Have you thought of expanding out from just diary entries to maybe stories and poetry? They can both be a challenging new way to express your thoughts. Maybe in a story, or fanfiction, you could put your character through what you are feeling now. Poetry is a little different and you can spend a while looking for just the right word to express exactly as you feel at the moment, so the reader can literally see what's happening. I usually do third person poetry and put that person through what I'm feeling, using things the person saw symbolize myself, or by seeing this object make the person feel as I do. Try it; it's challenging and creative not to mention you feel good for a while after it's completed. And it seems to "work".
Many a times, I feel like I'm at the top of the world, then someone says something and I find myself falling into pits of despair. I cry, wipe my tears, then move on. Sometimes, you really have to try sticking by the thought and promise to "be happy." I mean, it doesn't always work, but always get back to it. Don't give up after the first time you "get back to being sad and mopey." Look at those times as a reward for being happy so lately. Then try again.
The funny thing is that the knowledge of "things aren't that bad in your life; others have it worse" never really seems to make anyone feel any better. We have the right to be depressed about our situation in life, whatever it may be, but we also have the right to be happy sometimes.
Now, I've never seen you, nor a picture of you, but I really don't think that you're fat. Are you talking about a size eight in the UK? In both the Canadian and American size, eight is pretty small. I have to watch my eating because I swim 4 days a week, so I can't just bing or my coach will yell, but swimming is also a really good way to work off the "extra bits". You also get a healthy appetite afterward. A little tip though, if you don't want to gain that weight back right away, eat fruits and veggies after you excercise, then heavier stuff an hour or two afterwards.
As for people who you hope are understanding what you say, I do. for one. I think a couple others will too, once they get the opportunity to read your post. It's really weird because you get accustomed to thinking that no one will ever understand how you feel and then someone like me or one of the other girls comes along. I mean, to a point, you're right. Everyone's experience is different and no one will understand completely what you're going through. But circumstances and feelings can be so similar. I, too, keep thinking all my friends hate me. Well, not hate (it's such a strong word), but just don't like me being around or they being around me. I remember this one time, I talked to this friend, who I have known the longest of the group, whether she still wanted to "hang out" with me. She told me "yeah...but only if you want to too." Now, things have changed since then, and whenever I see her laughing and having such a great time with someone else, I wonder why I'm just sitting there not saying anything. Another funny thing is that no matter how many times you tell yourself that you never want to know someone enough to be hurt by them anymore, you go ahead and do it anyways. And then you kick yourself afterwards.
There was a time when I couldn't sleep at night. I started to solve that by working in the day, and excerising, until I'm really tired and I just drop at night. No dreams, no nothing.
I used to cut too, still do occassionaly. In fact, last time was a couple of days ago when I messed up a math test. But mostly, I don't anymore. I think that it may be because I'm really not that depressed anymore. I find myself smiling more and thinking of just ending it less. I mean, there are still times and I don't think I'll ever be completely free from it, but I can live with that. I actually got quite good at chosing where to cut right before I stop. I was swimming once a week for four years and no one ever figured it out.
As for acting, if that is what you love, then *do it*. Sure, your mom said that you'll never be an actor. But if parental disapproval stopped many famous, successful people today, there'll be a whole lot less of them. I know that acting is a hard field to get into, but look at it this way: every person who is discouraged by this and makes an alternate choice is one less person you have to compete against. I say that do what your mom wants for you to do for now, but leave slots on your timetable for drama or the classes you like and think will help with what you really want to do. If your mom wants you to go to university or college afterwards doing a specific field (ie. medical), then do it --but watch for auditions meanwhile. Afterall, the guy that played Victor Krum was a student-turned-actor. Same goes for Hugh Darcy (I think that his name...

) who was Prince Char in Ella Enchanted. I mean, you loose nothing going to school and getting a post-secondary education while you're waiting for your chance --especially if your mom (and family) pays for it. Acting may also not be a job that lasts forever. I mean, there's age and retirement. If the chance never rolled around for you to be a major actress, or if you want to work elsewhere, then you have your post-secondary education all ready for you.
Have faith, have strength, have courage and have love. Together, I am sure we can see each other through this. I've learned the only thing one can really do is wait it out, crying on others' sholder's, venting in others' ears until that time comes. Be patient and come back to talk, at least every once in a while. Try excercise and poetry; I think you'll enjoy them. E-mail me at phoenixtears41@hotmail.com if you want to talk; I can't get onto VTM as much as I like, but I do try to check my e-mail every school day.
With love and hugs,
~Dianne