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I've spent the last week or so on a 'Scrubs Marathon'.
I watched every single episode of season 1 through 5. I've already seen season 6 online anyway.
It's safe to say that Season 5 episode 20 & 21 are the best 44 minutes of television ever created ('My Lunch' and 'My Fallen Idol'). I was on the verge of tears at the end of 'My Lunch', although I hate to admit that..
In other news. I seen yet another Skin doctor. This time at the burns unit at Glasgow Royal. Despite the fact my chest/back were never actually burned the scars are similar to that of burn victims. The doctor was forgein again. There's nothing they can do about it apparently. Lasers would worsen it and not make any diffrence etc etc. All the usual.
I wonder if these people just 'do their job', or if they actually give thought to people they see. I don't like to moan and I'm aware there are thousands worse off than me but seriously. It totally destroys my self confidence, I havn't taken my top off in a public place since I was about 13. I can't meet new people incase they see my torso and thing I'm disgusting. There's nothing positive about me now. I think it's safe to say I geniunly do not like myself.
I've not been out on a social level in months. I never get invited anywhere anyway. I have no friends in Prestwick. I doubt I have friends in Glasgow either. Infact I'm pretty sure I don't.
I keep telling myself that College will be diffrent, but it won't. I won't meet new people, I'll probably just spent all my time worrying.
I've got fuck all going for me anyway.
I'm academically stupid. I'm too shy. Healthwise I am fucked. I don't want to go out at night incase anything happens at home. I can never go out at weekends because I'm always working. I'm not confident enough to speak my mind and tell my boss he's a fucking Alcoholic and a geniuine dick.
Enough moaning.
I need a haircut and I need to shave. I can't be bothered with either though. There's no point. I don't go out anywhere anyway so why should I have to appear presentable?
I keep saying this, but I won't stop. I wish I lived somewhere else. I wish I lived nearer Glasgow or in an entirely diffrent country. I'd like to live in Ireland. I've also genuinly accepted that I could happily live the life of a Hermit. I'd be quite content living alone so long as I had an extensive DVD collection.
I think I need alcohol. Maybe a huge wasted weekend (alone, no doubt). Reaching for more Whisky whenever the first sober though appeared in my mind again is exactly what I need. Maybe not. I should try it and find out. I'll get back to you.
I watched every single episode of season 1 through 5. I've already seen season 6 online anyway.
It's safe to say that Season 5 episode 20 & 21 are the best 44 minutes of television ever created ('My Lunch' and 'My Fallen Idol'). I was on the verge of tears at the end of 'My Lunch', although I hate to admit that..
In other news. I seen yet another Skin doctor. This time at the burns unit at Glasgow Royal. Despite the fact my chest/back were never actually burned the scars are similar to that of burn victims. The doctor was forgein again. There's nothing they can do about it apparently. Lasers would worsen it and not make any diffrence etc etc. All the usual.
I wonder if these people just 'do their job', or if they actually give thought to people they see. I don't like to moan and I'm aware there are thousands worse off than me but seriously. It totally destroys my self confidence, I havn't taken my top off in a public place since I was about 13. I can't meet new people incase they see my torso and thing I'm disgusting. There's nothing positive about me now. I think it's safe to say I geniunly do not like myself.
I've not been out on a social level in months. I never get invited anywhere anyway. I have no friends in Prestwick. I doubt I have friends in Glasgow either. Infact I'm pretty sure I don't.
I keep telling myself that College will be diffrent, but it won't. I won't meet new people, I'll probably just spent all my time worrying.
I've got fuck all going for me anyway.
I'm academically stupid. I'm too shy. Healthwise I am fucked. I don't want to go out at night incase anything happens at home. I can never go out at weekends because I'm always working. I'm not confident enough to speak my mind and tell my boss he's a fucking Alcoholic and a geniuine dick.
Enough moaning.
I need a haircut and I need to shave. I can't be bothered with either though. There's no point. I don't go out anywhere anyway so why should I have to appear presentable?
I keep saying this, but I won't stop. I wish I lived somewhere else. I wish I lived nearer Glasgow or in an entirely diffrent country. I'd like to live in Ireland. I've also genuinly accepted that I could happily live the life of a Hermit. I'd be quite content living alone so long as I had an extensive DVD collection.
I think I need alcohol. Maybe a huge wasted weekend (alone, no doubt). Reaching for more Whisky whenever the first sober though appeared in my mind again is exactly what I need. Maybe not. I should try it and find out. I'll get back to you.