This past week has really made me question my life. My existance. And, to be honest, I am so very muchly over it. I am sick to death of the lies - the lies I tell my mother, the lies that others keep from me. I'm sick of the bitching. I'm sick of the failings. I'm just over everything.
I was talking to this guy called Aron from Norway [?] the other day. He's 22, and his girlfriend of 7 years just broke up with him. It was kinda depressing. But, I still gave advice, even though he's 5 years my senior, and I have no experience what so ever. It just made me think about everything in my life at the moment. And that made me think about what Fiona said...
I didn't mean to make it all about me, and I apologise if I have. I'm sorry.
And, thanks. Thanks for making me feel like crap. Good on you, Fiona. Really. Top knotch right there.