Dear Diary

Dear diary.
I haven't forgotten about you. I'm just, emotionally exhausted. Any time I have to myself I just like to cuddle up and distract myself with television.
The past week:
Adam's mummy passed away.
Work has fucked me on fag breaks.
I missed counselling for the second time running.
Benji and I have spent a lot of lovely evenings together.
We also had a fight because I was a drunk twat, and i'm feeling awful about that.
I keep buying expensive clothes to help me feel better about things.
I had a tattoo on Wednesday
And another one on Thursday.

I have work early in the morning. So that is my update. I'll go into details later. I'm so stoned.