I’m going to drink tonight. By myself. I’ll probably have one. Followed by another. And maybe even another. I’m not having a good day and need to feel the buzz of feeling tipsy. Everything is better that way. Today I had two appointments with psychologists. It’s nice. Or easy talking about the past and how your feeling. I don’t think they really get how unhappy I am. How I’m worried over money so much how I’m
Controlled by food. How traumatic the break up has been. How I’m
Struggling so much. I think they just think I’m fine. Well I’m not. I need a cuddle. A massive bear hug of a cuddle. All my positivity from the last two days has gone.