Okay, this blog is going to be horrible and all xobcoubc, so if you're feeling in any way happy, I say don't read on.
I'm not sure where to begin now. So basically, I shouldn't really drink because I'm absolutely not able to do so and just get a teeny bit drunk, and stay happy. When I get drunk, firstly, I become completely depressed and secondly, I think, "Oh man, I'm so depressed, I should drink more"... So I do, and then I'm an intolerable mess.
And to top it all off, I convince myself (more so than usual) that I'm worthless, and you know when you're out and a guy hits on you or whatever? I start thinking, "If this guy actually knew anything about me... he'd run a fucking mile". And that's true. And that's okay. But it fucks me up.
So last night, my friend was telling me that some guy was interested in me. He wasn't. He was interested in sex, and could I be any more sick of that? No, not really. The thought of a guy I don't even know anywhere near me, never mind in my bed, makes me want to be physically ill. I don't need some stranger to think I'm good enough for one night to get me through the day anymore... So just go away.
I'm totally irrational as well, and I already know that. Maybe that guy was a genuinely nice person. Maybe he thought our five minute balcony conversation was a little bit of something special. I don't know, but I can't be dealing with it. I've turned into one of those people who needs, I dunno, to be properly liked... And that makes me sick too.
This is all just blah blah blah to the story. Last night, I got drunk, horribly so, and decided that no one was ever gonna like me enough to not just fuck me and fuck off. This is so crude, I'm sorry. Then I thought, "Oh hey, it'd be a great idea to cut myself now", so yeah, being drunk and stuff, didn't really feel the pain.
Woke up this morning, realised I'd made a huge mistake. Had to go to a&e and have stitches. I'm pretty much the most stupid person in the whole wide world. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not just a 'normal' person, and I'd give anything for that.
I don't really know what to do now. I thought things were kinda getting better for me, but lately it's all been falling apart again. Tired, I'm so tired. I know I say it all the time, but it's the only word. I'm tired of fucking everything up, and making everyone else sad. I'm tired of being sad myself. I'm tired of not being able to explain. I'm tired of thinking, and of feeling. I'm just so very, very tired and no amount of sleep fixes this kind.
I'm way more than sorry. I can't say it enough. To the people who have to put up with this, well, they don't have to, they just do - I have no idea why you stick around, but know that I'm insanely grateful and someday I'll make things okay... I'll try anyway.