i thought that taking any substance i could get my hands on would help me feel less sad, but it enhanced every sad feeling.
i couldn't stop thinking about the break up & i got to the point where i was fuming mad, i texted iain some very nasty & out of order messages. i felt this really strong hatred for him, but i know it wasn't hatred, simply missing him. we spoke on the phone & i tried to apologise. today i came down like a bastard.
i'm still in liverpool, but i'm going to manchester tomorrow, to go to the doctors & work, i hope my appointment goes okay.