well my life has been really shit lately. My mother and i still are not talking, good for her. She is so childish or maybe im too mature for my whole 22 years of living. I don't think i want to be with my partner anymore. I feel like he is suffocating me and i can't handle it. I don't like being hugged and kissed all the time and i don't think that you need to tell someone 20 f-ing times a day that you love them for them to feel loved. at least all is going well with work i enjoy my job but having him tag along with me while i'm working and i still have to look after the kid is all too much for me. i feel like running away. and i still have not seen my good friend that fucking boyfriend of his is an asshole. It's his birthday on monday, i will still phone him and wish him happy birthday even though he seams to forgotten mine. I know what i need - a bottle of vodka and a dildo, then i can get on with my jolly times. I miss me, the drunken one who sleeps in the garden cause she can't find the bed. This me sucks i hate feeling depressed, fuck it friday i am bringing out party p-nut!