All this happened within the past 6 weeks: broke my wrist, lost my phone and wallet, went to the loo and left a sanitary pad in the bowl for my room-mate to find, and the finale - last weekend after a wine buffet cried like a baby and told some mutual friends the deepest darkest secrets about my ex and our relationship - they are closer to her than me and she has no doubt been informed of what I divulged.
Oh - and the same night french kissed someone i am in no way attracted to in front of the whole bar.
Sorry, just read what Dee wrote. I guess it was this last month or so that made me realize enough is enough. How many times can I fall over in front of people? How long is this going to go on for before I really start living?
I deserve better for myself.