Hi Kat and Aimee, how are you guys this morning/evening?
I'm waiting for my mates to arrive to do some group revision, they were suppposed to be here at half 10, it's now quarter past 11. Grr, but on the plus side, I got a lovely letter from the boy thing with a really cute photo of us from new year, so I'm quite happy.
I really need to stop telling you my life story!
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. Make us all feel wonderful. We'll never forget."
Just had a really hard appointment today with my pysch, which made me feel crap. I then binged massively afterwards which has just made me feel 10 x worse.
Glad you have relaxed a bit now Aimee *hugs*
Claire, I hate waiting for people. I hope they show up for you soon through
*Hugs Amy* Here if you need to talk
"Recovery is something that you have to work
on every single day and it's
something that doesn't
get a day off."
Awh, Kat. <3 Anything you want to talk about that made it so hard? Don't feel too bad about binging, unfortunately it does happen, but you can get through it.
It was just stuff we started to talk about, I've been avoiding it for a long time now. I know that to move forward I need to begin to confront some of this but it brings up so much for me and it hurts. I guess it will get easier though I hope. Thanks :)
Aww Leigh that's sucks, hope you stay and awake and then maybe have an early night *hugs*
"Recovery is something that you have to work
on every single day and it's
something that doesn't
get a day off."
*squishes everyone* I'm sorry it was so tough, Kat.
Awh, Leigh, lack of sleep is rubbish, *sprinkles wakening dust*
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. Make us all feel wonderful. We'll never forget."
Thanks Claire and Leigh and yes I think it should be better in the long run. My doctor thinks that this stuff is holding me back and I think I agree with her. Anyways thanks
Good luck with staying awake Leigh, drink lots of coffee?? :D
"Recovery is something that you have to work
on every single day and it's
something that doesn't
get a day off."
*Licks Kat* Yus, it is hard to delve into things you've tried hard to ignore, but by ignoring them you actually give them more power...so...it's a good step to be taking. Be proud of yourself!
Ah, Leigh, any reason for the poor sleep? Suckageee. But yus, stay awake all day and hopefully you'll sleep well tonight. =]
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
I baked biscuits that I didn't really want to eat, and ate one anyway, doesn't taste as good as you'd think. Why did I bake them? I don't know. My housemate won't eat them. *Shrugs*
I feel a bit better now. We sorted things in a very foggy car journey.
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
I just wrote the longest LJ, and pressed one button and it all vanished. I tried to restore it from the draft and got the letter 'c'. I could actually cry.
But wait, it doesn't matter. I don't matter. None of this ****ing matters.
And I know how frustrating it is when something like that happens.
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
