I just haven't felt like writing lately.
A brief recap of the last month:
- Paris
- Oundle
- a new job
- Sertraline
- refusing to take Sertraline
- a weekend in Chester
I'm waiting for a letter from Hector at the moment. Today, I went to the library and studied and got some books out, and then I went shopping. I had a bit of a moment on the train yesterday when I cried because I just want to be thin and normal and look like everyone else, so I went out and bought a leather jacket and some leggings and stuff today.
I really hate myself right now. It's been coming on for a while, but, right now, everything I do annoys me. Even writing this, I'm just sitting here thinking 'what's the point? You don't even care. Go and cry in bed'.
Obviously my brain and I are not good friends at the moment.