Christmas is sooo not for me. And this has definitely been the worst one ever. I think this weekend may even qualify as the worst I've ever felt in general. And I've scared people and annoyed people and been horrible to people but they didn't abandon or hate me, so thanks, I love you.
This makes me a whinger of course. Some people don't like whingers, and yes it often annoys me too when people go on and on in their diaries about how depressed they are.
I should probably write it down tho, to remind myself never ever to go there again, and to also help make some decisions. But I guess I can do that somewhere else, and some other time. For tomorrow I am working, and I start at 7, and I am very tired, so now I will quite simply go to bed. Goodnight.