Oh, Christ.

What the fuck.

You went through the Facebook Friends recommendations and that was moronic. Everyone's married with babies. And you're twenty-five and divorced.

You're a twenty-five-year-old kid. Living fine, nice flat, nice man, good job, good money. But y'know. It wasn't meant to be like this.

The man says he's not sure if he wants to ( Read more... )

Quiet desperation ( Read more... )

Feeling a bit doom-y today.

So there's this guy (isn't there always?) who I thought might like me. Heard last night he's Facebooking some other bird, which suddenly made me snap and think well. That's it.

I cut myself. It's not the same any more. Nothing is the fucking same. I don't know what's going to sort this out for me.

So. That bloke I've been seeing now has a girlfriend. He met someone else around the time he met me, and chose her. He waited until what you thought was your third date, and then told you. You'd have been more comfortable with a text, to be honest.

You smiled. Shrugged. Said good luck with it.

Now home, it's only now you feel like screaming and ( Read more... )

Had therapy last night. Psych today. I've got a prescription at least. Cried in therapy. For about an hour. Beginning to feel like she's treating me like an idiot because I want to die.

Barely heard from the bloke, and I don't know why I'm disappointed. I didn't like him all that much. He wasn't even a great shag. Maybe I'm just horribly shallow and ( Read more... )

Feel like a right loser continuing in the same vein.

I disgust myself. Feel fat (had a curry tonight. Didn't even really enjoy it) and I've been back on the drink a bit, too.

Went nearly four weeks with only drinking once a week.

Agonising over the lad from just before Christmas; seen him a couple of times since then.

( Getting a bit adult... )

You're a right mess ( Read more... )

( It's all about the food, folks... )

I hate Christmas ( Read more... )

Life's pretty dreadful really isn't it ( Read more... )