As I stood in between conversations tonight, I began to realise that I didn’t belong here anymore. Everyone around me was

I’m too tired for this. And I’ve had too much to drink. In fact I’ve forgotten why I started writing this in the first place. It doesn’t matter.

Heh. When I start chanting that to myself that’s normally a warning that I’m becoming very suicidal. I’m over it. I’m not even doing it for myself anymore. I’m just trying to stop other people feeling sorry for me.

I really would like the sympathy, but it’s not worth upsetting people to get it. They don’t need to know how I feel. They just want to see me getting better.

It doesn’t get better than this. This is just the way I am.