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I had an anxiety attack and I just had to escape. I didn't realise until I could breathe again what the consequences of my reaction were. I don't have a job now, I have only 3 months worth of money, and I have nobody to talk to about it or even just hang out with or talk about other...

I don't know... it's like the days drag on and on and on to the point where I can barely take it anymore... but when there is something I would like to do, such as try and make a friend or two on here... I just don't. I'm sorry. I'm just shit.

I dreamt that I was working at a chemist (the place of my first job when I was 15), and I was trying on the Nivea products. One of creams sort of plastered my face in green goo, so I reached for my face wipes and they weren't there. My old boss (from my most recent ex-job) had taken them. I...

I have had my "new" job for a couple weeks now... but I can't get to it! I spend hours getting to work. I have to get up at crazy o'clock to be there on time. It's wearing me down. So... I decided to drive again. It would slash the time it takes to get to and from. I can't do it though...

Ever since I lost my job and I had to move here I have felt even worse within myself. I have lived a solitary life for years, I often prefer it but there are times when I don't. I wish I had a friend or two, someone to chat to, laugh with, hang out with... instead it's just me. It's my fault...