God bless cups of tea...
Posted: 07/11/2004 - 10:52
Hello there. I'd like to say I was a happy bunny, but I'm far from it.
It's ten in the morning and I haven't been to bed. In fact, the when I last woke up it was 8:30 pm, on saturday, or whatever. Sod it, I'm confusing myself. Lets just say that I'm suffering from bizzare sleeping patterns.
Let me get to the point. I'm going through one of the most lonely, frustrating, boring and depressing times of my life. I had big plans last summer. I was going to move out. Right now, I should be miles away from this shitty little seaside town where I seem to be destined to stay until death or apocalypse. I'm still stuck here thanks to certain two-faced, bullshitting "friends". It's made worse by the fact that over the last year lots of my real friends have dropped off the face of the earth. Only the bad kind of friend remains. I'm sure you know what I mean. The ones who hang around you and offend every sensibility you have, but you simply don't have the heart to tell them to go away. Nobody is being very helpful at the moment.
I think my mental health is failing. I feel physically wrecked, lethargic and generally unpleasant. My weight has dropped to 8 stone, eleven pounds. It's just wrong. I don't drink too much, I don't touch drugs and I try my hardest to find a niche, yet nothing is coming together. I'm not one of those gothy types who gets off on this crap and I cannot stand self pity. I'd much rather be happy, but I can't make it happen. I've got to wait nearly a month before I can see a doctor about this and I'm not optimistic. The last time I sought medical attention, they simply told me there was nothing wrong with me, that I wasn't depressed and should just get on with my life. Helpful, eh?
What's keeping me going? Not much. The latest Green Day album, a new series of Doctor Who after christmas, the next Star Wars movie, endless cups of tea and the songs I've been writing and recording over the past few months. Apart from the songs, none of these things feels like a worthy investment of my time. And even then, the song-writing thing seems a tad pointless, even though I do think they're good.
So, what am I posting this rambling rubbish here for? Most of you guys are older and wiser than me and I know some of you have been through similar situations or much worse. Until Dec 1st, I'm pretty much on my own, so any advice is much appreciated. Thanks.
It's ten in the morning and I haven't been to bed. In fact, the when I last woke up it was 8:30 pm, on saturday, or whatever. Sod it, I'm confusing myself. Lets just say that I'm suffering from bizzare sleeping patterns.
Let me get to the point. I'm going through one of the most lonely, frustrating, boring and depressing times of my life. I had big plans last summer. I was going to move out. Right now, I should be miles away from this shitty little seaside town where I seem to be destined to stay until death or apocalypse. I'm still stuck here thanks to certain two-faced, bullshitting "friends". It's made worse by the fact that over the last year lots of my real friends have dropped off the face of the earth. Only the bad kind of friend remains. I'm sure you know what I mean. The ones who hang around you and offend every sensibility you have, but you simply don't have the heart to tell them to go away. Nobody is being very helpful at the moment.
I think my mental health is failing. I feel physically wrecked, lethargic and generally unpleasant. My weight has dropped to 8 stone, eleven pounds. It's just wrong. I don't drink too much, I don't touch drugs and I try my hardest to find a niche, yet nothing is coming together. I'm not one of those gothy types who gets off on this crap and I cannot stand self pity. I'd much rather be happy, but I can't make it happen. I've got to wait nearly a month before I can see a doctor about this and I'm not optimistic. The last time I sought medical attention, they simply told me there was nothing wrong with me, that I wasn't depressed and should just get on with my life. Helpful, eh?
What's keeping me going? Not much. The latest Green Day album, a new series of Doctor Who after christmas, the next Star Wars movie, endless cups of tea and the songs I've been writing and recording over the past few months. Apart from the songs, none of these things feels like a worthy investment of my time. And even then, the song-writing thing seems a tad pointless, even though I do think they're good.
So, what am I posting this rambling rubbish here for? Most of you guys are older and wiser than me and I know some of you have been through similar situations or much worse. Until Dec 1st, I'm pretty much on my own, so any advice is much appreciated. Thanks.