Maybe I will never be all the things that I want to be,
But now is not the time to cry - now's the time to find out why.
So I just ordered a takeaway, threw it up into an ice cream tub, I really need to dispose of it.
I'm sat here listening to Oasis, feeling very contemplative. I hope my letter about being on the sick comes tomorrow so I can get my housing benefit, I don't even know how much rent I owe my landlord.
Fuck. It's tuesday I'm going to hospital and I'm still 138. I don't even know how this happened. I'm not even kidding. What am I doing to myself?