I feel stupidly horrible for some reason. I've been ill for a while and I still feel it so I spent the majority of the day in bed with my cat and now I just feel like killing myself because I've lost everyone and I'm sat here incredibly bored and even my Dashboard is moving really slowly. It's quickly becoming one of those moments where I feel like I'm going to cry or have a panic attack or some shit.
On a high note, Beth leant me a book earlier in the week - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. I finished it today and it's now one of my favourite books. Sometimes I feel like Charlie with the way that he thinks so erratically and can't help himself, and sometimes I feel like how Charlie would like to be. I find a way to just... switch off and stop thinking and it just... yep. I feel horrific.
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