Just looked at my personal details, now everyone knows I have no friends sob!
Anyway, I have failed in my journal depressiveness, my christmas ordeal wasn't that bad. Decided these people aren't going to upset me no more. In the afternoon I'd been making my mince pies see recipe below and had a good time and played 3 xmas cds (1 carol, 2 pop)and drank mulled wine from tesco and then I was sat in the pub with them thinking how bloody miserable and mean spirited they were, on the friday before Christmas and all! And then I wondered is it being in my presence or are they always that bad? No wonder my Dad's girlf was on prozac, its not cos she's depressed its cos she's so bitter and twisted, after all who goes to the Doctor and says 'Doctor give me a pill, I'm meaner than the Queen of mean'? Wish I was a pyschologist I could be the new Freud!(!) I don't go carolling but if I did I woulden't be so miserable about it, and I'm the one with the dead cat! Pathetic the pair of them. I hate families they make me look bad!