Most of you know me and so know I won't do anything stupid and know I will be OK, so this is hardly a cry for help..
More like a whinge really..
But feel like spilling it, after a weekend alone and drinking a bottle of wine and a few Diazepam..
Had a great Weekend planned...Was meant to be dinner with friends last night and jumping out of a plane from 10,000 feet Today..
It all got called off for very valid reasons but has meant that I've had the entire Weekend alone (and made no effort to get out and about)
I am, as I have been, slowly sliding into "The Pit"
I can't and don't even want to stop the slide..
There is part of me that likes the depression and hopelessness (go figure)
Anyway, drinking too much, augmented with valium and feeling like shit..
Dinner has been cooked and on the stove for at least an hour...I'm not hungry..
I can't go to bed...I'm wide awake.. (despite Al and Diazepam)
I'm all fucked up..
Just felt like sharing
Wavey xxx
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