Well as usual everything has collapsed around me.
Me and Gary broke up.
In the middle of Glasgow.
300 miles from home.
And then the car broke down and we were stranded.
No money. Nowhere to go. No forseeable way of getting home.
It was horrible.
Since then I'm at a total loss as to what to do.
Life seems to have no meaning.
I'm a walking, talking, breathing ghost.
I'm constantly feeling disorientated.
Sleep evades me.
I'm distracting myself by falling under the spell of novels and cheap TV programmes.
Losing myself and taking a break from reality is the only way I'm continuing to live.
I did 'it' again.
I hate myself for it, but it's the only thing that helps.
Maybe one day I'll stop.
Maybe one day someone will save me.
Maybe.
One day.
But what if that day never comes?
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