I'll try and keep this short.
I'm tired. I'm more than tired. I'm exhausted. I'm full of PMT and my judgement is therefore impaired, but it's not going to stop me writing another boring and self-centred entry in which I crave attention and ultimately fail to get it.
There was an entry here before, but I drew a line through it,because the more I looked at it, the more I told myself to STFU and stop whinging.
The long and short of it is: I'm trying not to relapse, and not being able to run away makes it all the harder to cope. I'm sick of putting on a front, and wish I could just weaken under the pressure just to make things easier.
This LJ might not be here by Friday. I just don't see the point any more.