I’m back here now, alone and with no-one to talk to again. Maybe it might seem like I’m exaggerating but I’m really not. I read that people say on average 16,000 words a day (it also debunked the myth that women talk more than men) but in one week I said under 10 (yes, I kept count) and that was only to people who served me in shops. It’s a lonely place, mentally.
I don’t know what is going to happen in the near future, the long term is too dismal to contemplate at the moment. Maybe I can survive from day to day, but there’s no happiness in my life, I look forward to nothing except an escape from it all. Sleeping is the highlight of each of my days. Eating has become a chore and it’ll get even worse now I’m back here and daren’t enter the kitchen because of all the people here. *Sigh* just thought I’d better make another post since I was in such a bad place when I wrote the last one.