2002-01-15 - 2:27 p.m.
Do you ever get that funny feeling? You know when there is somthing at the bottom of your tummy, and its making you feel jumpy and edgy? Like you know there is somthing going on or about to go wrong and you can put your finger on it? Well i have that feeling today. I dont know whats causing it, i mean i have an idea, but i just can seem to put my finger on what it is. Now im shitting my pants cos i know somthing is going to hapen. I dont always get feeling like this, but when i do something always happens.
Oh well, other up sates then! Been talking to Pete on line, that was nice, im going to drive up and meet him when i have the money/energy! should be nice anyway, might go up to nottingham and see Ali while im there.
Nikki hasnt been very well again, i really wish she would come home. I could go and see her or she could come here for the day, it would be nice! It also means i dont have to spend �30 to go and see her!! lol.
Havent been up to mcuh else, i think im slipping again, in more pain, much more sleepy all the time, more panic attacks, and in a really grupmy mood all the time. Keep bursting in to tears and i done know why. I hate that.
Just dont want to talk to any one, even people who i know would make me feel beter.
Mum is ok ish at the mo, she keeps haveing mood swings too, on min she is fine and the next she is screming and crying. I know i dont help by being moody too, and i should be trying to help her rather than being selfish and thinking about my slef, but i dont know how to help her.
Before i got ill wwe were so close, we could and would talk about any thing and everything. Now we hardly talk at all, she doesnt like talking about my being ill, i know that, but that doesnt mean we have to stop talking all together.
Oh well, i think im going to go have a cup of tea and sit on the sofa for a bit.
Bye Bye
Jo xx
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