I'll do that. Today I've been given more work than can be completed in one day to be ready for Tuesday. With the bank holiday in the way, I've had to stay back at work an extra hour.
Had I stuck with my usual finish time, I'd have been asked why the work wasn't done when it was essential. Now that I have done the extra hour, I won't be offered overtime or even thanked for showing a willingness to go the extra mile.

Avoiding the temptation to cut myself again, I've gone into a store cupboard and screamed until my throat hurt and my vision went strange, with little white dots flashing all over the place.

After all I've tried to fit in, there'll be something I've done that's inexcusably wrong by the time I come back on Tuesday. I'll have to wait until Tuesday to find out what it is, so there's no point in me guessing at this point.

If it weren't for my friends here I'd probably just head to the bus station Tuesday morning and see where I end up.