This afternoon I drove an inpatient back to Newcastle Private because he had already waited an hour to be picked up and was looking at waiting another hour (which would have meant he would have been picked up from work at 6:30). The poor man was sitting in his boxers and dressing gown and slippers so I made him a coffee while I finished packing up and gave him a lift. He was so lovely and was so nice to talk to I probably would have driven him back home to Taree if he needed it. It was nice to feel like a nice person.
I don’t have the time to kill myself.
I’ve become one of those people that goes to Coles in tracksuit pants with no make up and frizzy hair. I don’t remember what it feels like to be better anymore.
Every time my computer crashes when I am playing the sims a part of me dies inside.
Felling like I’m going to burst into tears because I have to wear my hair tied up when I go out tonight. I hate everything.
Thank you :”) :)
Fictional characters I would sleep with:
- Tony Soprano
- Silvio Dante
- Christopher Moltisanti
- Furio Giunta
- Paulie Gualtieri
Nick Jonas is hot
Turns out its spam.