I have been sitting here thinking about what random shite in my head I should chat about today and I am just not sure.
I think you get to a point when you start running out of things to say. Well at least I am sure most people do, me on the other hand can chat for Britain, even if it is just random bollocks.
Today I couldn’t think of anything, so I went and started the housework and as I did I caught a glimps of myself in the mirror and I look fat, well I am, 2 stone in 6 months and it all seems to have gone on my stomach and thighs and it made me think
Depression is a shit of a disease, it makes you not look after yourself, so at a time you can end up putting on weight and not have the motivation to try and lose it, its a self fullfilling prophercy. You feel rubbish, you hate yourself, you don’t look after yourself, you end up looking the way you thought you did at the begining.
Depression is such it can destroy you mind and body and basically I hate it
Just saying
