Why is going to see music by myself this weekend any different than rocking up to a comedy night by myself? It's not. I'm just lonely I suppose.
I’ve been back at home since monday now. It feels so good but trying extra hard to stay out of hospital takes such an emotional toll on me. I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to take my meds, I don’t want to take all the fucking vitamins I’ve been put on. I just can’t sleep. I don’t want to leave my bed though. I don’t care about the sleepless nights and dissociation.
FUCK IT THOUGH, Darling James are coming to Brisbane and I’ll be damned if I don’t make the effort and show up at Livespark on Sunday.
And I’ve got plans to check out the newmarket open mic on the 13th. I can look forward to that. I’ve never been there. And I get to see my friend Ace which will be soooo good. I’ve just got to hang in there until then.
This week I’ve had off from the neurofeedback. Back to it on Monday. I’m not looking forward to it. Don’t ask me why, I know it can help and I need to get started on it again, it was a condition of no ect this hospital admission, but I just don’t want to go. I just want to stay at home and make bad decisions like I’m used to at the moment.