So it really does seem all I do is moan.
So I went out like many others tonight. And feel like I was set up to fail.
I have been in a depressive state lately. lost half a stone in weight, no energy, crying all the time. And no one has really noticed. Not even the girls who I call my best friends. well I think they are. I at first said no to going out as was gonna curl up in bed. All the signs were there that I was down. Even tried saying stuff. but they didn’t encourage me to come out.
The other way round I would have made sure they came to the extent I would have gone to there house and got them dressed. But nope none of that. Eventually I got a message asking me to come. So I decided I was gonna have fun.
I turn up and was given a BS story about how they were trying to trick me in to coming and knew I would turn up all along. This is how I know it was a lie…
The taxi they booked at the end of the night was only to go to there houses.
They had co-ordinated there outfits
So I turn up in sparkly trainers, jeans and a low cut top. There are glammed up in gorgeous dresses, high heel and loads of glitter. I looked like the fat, gay friend that tagged along.
The club was rammed, it looked like Nappy night. The girls got far to drunk and one fell asleep on a toilet.
I am always told that when I collapse when Im out its cause I have drunk to much (actually might be epilepsy). But tonight I had a lot more then them and im sober they couldn’t even walk.
Found out also that when I was rushed to hospital last week, instead of coming straight to see me they went MacDonald’s first. WHO does that.
Starting to think I don’t have any true friends.
