I’m a failure.
Right now, I should be surrounded by most of my best friends, having a few drinks and a nice time.
But I’m not.
I texted them all and said I’m not well so I’ve got to cancel.
Even though I might not get a chance to see all of them until easter now.
How selfish is that?
How useless am I?
I couldn’t even cope for one night.
One night that should’ve been fun.
So now I’m sitting at home by myself, watching “love actually”, eating loads of crap feeling absolutely rubbish. (Feeling sorry for myself.)
Oh, and the other thing.
I’m getting fat. I’ve put on so much bloody weight since I’ve been on the Mirtazapine.
Half of my clothes don’t even fit me anymore and it’s making me feel even worse about myself.
And I’m not doing anything about it. Sitting here, typing this, eating crisps. Fatty.