On the off-chance that anyone will actually ever read this...
...I'm at home! And I was last night! But I'm going back to hospital tomorrow. Yes, hospital. I am in the Priory (coz I iz posh) suffering from a fairly severe form of OCD that exists in my head (i.e. I don't do physical rituals, like washing my hands obsessively, but I will think the same thing 150 times a day). And considering those thoughts were very scary paranoid delusions, I am also suffering from depression (you get sad when you're convinced your paents are trying to kill you), anxiety (wouldn't you!) and just generally being knackered ALL THE BLOODY TIME. My doctor also reckons I have asperger's, which may explain why I find it hard to talk to people, and why I don't see the difference between people gently teasing me, and people harshly criticising me. That is why I cry a lot.
So I'm at home. I'm feeling better, but still not good enough to stay at home or go to work. The crushing loneliness will hopefully go away, but I need to be very brave and talk to new people for that to happen. Aaaaaaargh! Steve has come round to see me and he's my pal :) I want to meet his new girlfriend, but he won't let me.
There's nothing else, is there? No? Good. Adios.
So I'm at home. I'm feeling better, but still not good enough to stay at home or go to work. The crushing loneliness will hopefully go away, but I need to be very brave and talk to new people for that to happen. Aaaaaaargh! Steve has come round to see me and he's my pal :) I want to meet his new girlfriend, but he won't let me.
There's nothing else, is there? No? Good. Adios.