I’m back! I’m back! What do you mean you didn’t realise I’d gone? Good grief, some friend you are.
I’m sorry. You have probably been checking in on me everyday only to be met with a stony wall of barren silence. My only excuse is that I have been busy… I’ve been working hard and trying to get back to normal. I’ve been seeing friends, going to lots of parties, running everyday and getting in shape. I’ve been on a diet and lost 10lbs. I’ve been getting my house ready for Christmas and buying all my beautiful friends and family carefully chosen gifts that I know they will love.
Haha, jokes. Of course I haven’t. I’ve mainly just been feeling sorry myself. I am so unbelievably sad and fed up. You’re lucky that I have such a limited vocabulary and no writing skills otherwise I would wax lyrical here about my broken heart. I am aware that Zoladex is no doubt contributing to my low mood, but Jesus Christ, when I sat down in hell I think someone glued my arse to the floor.
I wrote a really long post, a pity party for your eyes. Fortunately for you I deleted it before it broke the internet with Christmas grinch gloom and misery. I am going to presume that if you are reading this, you either know exactly how I feel, or can probably hazard a pretty good guess.
So, just incase I spend the next two weeks lying on the floor crying with an empty bottle of gin in my arms… HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Good riddance 2013 you massive, massive shit head and a happy new year to you all.