The hardest thing...

...I've had to do. Writing an email to my boyfriend(?) very difficult. I've sat crying for most of the day and when I'm not crying I am sniffling all the time. My friend was meant to take me out today but I've had to cry off (heh) and say I'm not feeling well. I don't want to depress anyone else over this. Except all you poor buggers reading this message!

I've forgotten when I tookmy last tablets, everything has gone completely out of my mind other than my impending relationship break down and I don't think I've eaten since Wednesday...actually...not I haven't eaten since Wednesday...shit :/ I'm not hungry though, my tummy is full of bubbling lava and if I eat anything I may be sick. I have been sick quite a lot anyway and I don't want to be doing that anymore as it hurts.

I'm going to Birmingham tomorrow and shall do my best to cheer myself up for it, lest I ruin the event for everyone else. I would cancel, but I'll let so many people down and my hotel is already booked...for two people...

I'm mentally and physically exhausted and I know people are worried about me. Please don't. Whatever has happened has obviously been my fault, I'm not sure how, but maybe it's best if I go and be dormant for a bit. I'd love to go and see my mother for a few days and I've been contemplating braving the train on my own, but I'm not sure if I can. I may see if I can pay my father to take me as I think I need to go away from everyone and hibernate for a bit as I am obviously upsetting people. I am very glad I have deleted Facebook, that way people can't look at my statuses and think 'oh GOD!' I am just using this and twitter occasionally. Mainly this blog though.

If you don't like what you read, stop reading, basically.

That's it for now. I've had no acknowledgment that he has received my email, I know he is at work but I think he's ignoring me. Which is fine, he'll be able to read my reply email at his own leisure then instead of a phone call.

I'll see you lot soon!

2:40am blog...WHAT!?

Hullo again!

I'm not really 'with' it to blog properly. Needless to say I am very upset and am just waiting to hear back from the blokey (not sure I can call him my BF anymore...I don't know how this works :S) I've said that he can just text me and tell me when he wants to chat.

So tired now, going to bed as I'm exhausted -_-; I've spent too much time crying and I am rubbing my eyes so much I look like I've got red dye in them :/ ACK!

I've taken myself off Facebook as apparently some of the statuses I've had are upsetting someone, even when they aren't about that person. I can't risk upsetting anyone else as that's never ever been my intention. I am just going to blog on here instead because I can pour out my thoughts on here. The counselling lady (must really learn her name!) says it's good to talk about how I feel and things, but recently it seems that it upsets people when I do. I had some decent advice from friends today though, so at least my brain feels in a slightly better place.

Will blog later in the week/next week I imagine. Bed for me now!

Nigh Night Mr.Blog and blog readers!

Counselling, crying and break ups...

Ah, Mr.Blog...


So, two blogs in a week? Shit, right?

Not a lot of people know that I had to attend a counselling session yesterday. I'm VERY depressed, clinically so. I can't have any tablets as they don't bode well with my current ones for the tumours so...

COUNSELLING....wonderful. I get to talk with a woman who whispers all the time and wears a paisley scarf tied around her hair...NO! NO, NO, NOOOO! I do not want this from my life -_-;

Then she asks me
'So what do you want from life?'
'To be well and return to work...just to be happy really.'
'No...what do you *really* want from life?'
'Uh...what?'

'Who is the real Kat? Who are you?'
'This is making my head hurt.'
'It's okay to cry you know?'
'I'm not crying though :/'

...and other wonderful gems throughout the 30 minute session. Next one is meant to be an hour...Gods...

She broke my head. What a fucking joke it is, but it's one of the things I have to do, says my Neurologist. So...next come ink blots?! I have no idea! Someone please save me.

She asked me about what I dream about, if I remembered them...which I do. I remember all of my dreams. My dream the other night (the one on Tuesday, before I went to counselling was:)

I was on a busy pavement and everyone was jostling me and walking past at an accelerated rate, in the opposite direction. The noise was deafening as there were people on phones, reading papers, chatting and all sorts of things. The noise was driving me crazy. I was the only one in colour and they were all in black and white and wearing old clothes, like in an old movie black and white movie based in New York or something.

I was trying to look for someone or some thing. It seemed like I'd been walking for hours and my feet hurt, I looked down and I'd got no shoes on, just some loose bandages, it was really odd. I got jostled again by someone walking by and had finally had enough and turned around and screamed in amongst all the rushing and busy people 'STOP! JUST FUCKING STOP!' in unison they all stopped and looked at me. It was horrible. They all had completely black eyes, all shiny like marbles and very straight mouths and I remember feeling like I was sweating from the fear of it all.

I could see myself, it seemed like I was looking at myself through their eyes and I suddenly started to shrink, very slowly. I appeared to be clutching my oldest teddy in my left hand and I was wearing a very old dress that I had as a child. My hair was long and curly and my natural red colour. The aspect changed and I was once again looking through my own eyes. I looked up and they all turned away from me and carried on walking again. I sat on the pavement, sobbing into my teddies fur and sucking my thumb.

Needless to say she wrote a lot of that down and nodded a few times -_-; at the next meeting she will talk to me about what steps she thinks I need to start taking and what we need to do to 'help' me. Stop people being cunts? Oh...you can't do that? Well, there's nothing to fix then.


She said I was feeling very down aswell because I have low self-worth. Is it any wonder why? My own boyfriend doesn't want to see me, my best friend has all but been ignoring me and everyone else seems to be functioning normally.

I want him to do it because he wants to, not because of circumstances and the fact he feels 'sorry' for me. Maybe I should take a leaf out of his house mate's book and demand things, she always gets what she wants, from everyone. They all slag her off though and say what a controlling bitch she is, but do any of them say 'no?' Of course they don't. I've never ever given up on hoping that people will go against the grain and wake up...but they don't and I'm too tired now to fight this battle alone. I just wish there was someone else I connected with that would help me and take up the flag by my side and say 'STOP!'

Well...that's it really. I'm waiting for the boyfriend (do I call him that still? I don't know) to tell me I can call him as I need to hash this out. I hate doing things via phone etc but I never SEE him so this is the ONLY way.

Christ, what a fucking shambles. I should have agreed to fuck off with that guy all those years back. I may have been leading a different life by now.

Birthday Blues...

Hello blog!

It is my birthday today, I am 25. Today should be filled with me doing things and enjoying myself, except it isn't really :/

I went out and got my hair done, this pleased me. I met my friend and we had lunch together, went into town and I bought myself some things to cheer me up. This worked for a little while. I came back and sorted out my clothes for the weekend as I am going away for it. On my own. I seem to be doing a lot of things on my own recently. I had a few cards, not one from my mother though, which upset me quite a lot and I did have to 'accidentally' hang up on her when she called as I was sobbing as soon as I heard her 'Happy Birthday my little girl' (I'm sat here crying now and I feel like an idiot) she rang back and I joked that I'd put the phone down with my cheek, which I do sometimes as it's an iPhone.

I had some presents from new friends and visits from new friends aswell, it seems that the people I least expected stuff from came up trumps for me and I am so thankful to them for making me feel a bit better. I did some washing, tidied, cleaned the flat and then started sorting out stuff for the weekend again. Took my Keppra tablets and put music on. Cee Lo Green comes on with 'It's ok' and I start crying...fuck sake -_-;

My boyfriend rings me, I can't really take the call as my father has came over to see me. I explain that I'll text him when my dad has left so that he can call again and I apologise for being busy. My father looks like he wants to ask me something but refrains from doing so as I think he knows it'll upset me and he doesn't understand how to handle crying women...other than with a slap! Heh.

20 minutes later and one father down-I try and call my boyfriend, but he doesn't answer. Thinking that he may be busy I text him, but he doesn't reply for ages. I start cleaning up again and then I receive a text saying his phone had been on silent. Now...in all the times he has been with me he has never, ever had his phone on silent...ever. I ignore this and then call him and we chat. He sounds a bit funny. He asks me about my day etc and I ask why he couldn't come down in the end to see me and his excuse is 'funds.' It is always 'funds.' For ages I had no money and I had to scrimp for it, but I managed to lend off people so that when he came over I could feed him and take him out to dinner and things, all he had to do was petrol really which is apparently £20.00...which I can't really see it being that much. Practically every time he came over he was on an empty tank and he put nowhere near £20.00 in the tank to get him home. I hope I haven't got another one who doesn't want to spend money or do stuff with me, I'll go mad. I had one of those, immature little prick that he was.

Ever since I have received my money I have been giving him petrol money and I paid for the whole weekend the last time he was down (about 2 weeks ago) so I don't understand where 'I haven't go the money' comes from. He had some money for christmas, probably a lot more than I have ever received at Christmas! He spent his money on an xbox and games and things. Now, I don't begrudge him doing this, do NOT get me wrong but if I knew my new partner (it will/would be 6 months in February) had her 25th coming up I'd damn well make sure that at least I'd be there for her. EVEN to just watch films at home with her. It costs him £20.00, that would have been all he would have to have paid. I am not high maintenance, but I would occasionally like to be reminded what my so-called boyfriend looks like.

I was a bit sad about all of this and spoke to a friend of mine and I was told that he'd be there in a heartbeat for me. Now, that may just be his cock talking, but it made me think...well...why can't my boyfriend be here? Is it because I am shit? Is it because noone wants to bother with me? I have no idea. If I am a bitch then please just say so and lets stop this needless charade. I would rather someone just say 'I can't be fucking bothered' than to just try flogging this dead horse.

I received a text from the boyfriend a little later on after I had rang him saying:

'How wude of me, thanks very much for calling, much appreciated :) xxx'

I text back:
'That's alright, you rang me and I couldn't take the call so it was only fair. Sorry about being so quiet on the phone too, this cold is driving me mad and I'm a bit down as it's the first time that I've been on my own for a birthday. Just a bit shit really. I'll let you get on, see you soon xx'

'Nay, I do mean it, thanks for the call :D I mean, what kind of boyfriend can't ring or be with their own girlfriend on the burfday :/ a shitty one at that. I am sorry I can't be there with you tonight, truly :( xx'

Yeah, yeah. Cry me a fucking river...

So I text this:
'Well...I can't really say much as I'm not very happy about it. I'd assumed you'd spent all that money you had at Christmas on the xbox and games so I knew you wouldn't be over. It's a bit sad that I'd been sat thinking 'I wonder if anyone will surprise me with an invite to theirs and a group of friends will be there?' or 'I wonder if (boyfriend) secretly planned to come down.' It's just a bit of a crushing reality, but it is reality and I need to grow the fuck up and stop believing that things happen like that. They don't, not for me anyway. 9pm I was cleaning the house, on my fucking birthday. I shouldn't really moan though, at least I'm not in hospital for this one.'

...and I have had nothing back for a whole hour. Well, he'll be off playing on his xbox I imagine. Good for him. He can start a relationship with it, can't he.





So....at 10:49pm this is what I am doing...on my 25th birthday.


Let my 26th not be here, I want to be as far away from Shropshire as I can be. There's been nothing but trouble since I bloody moved here!

So upset

I am so, so sad. This is the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life. I just want to die, I can't do this anymore

October, November and December!

WHOA!

So I've not blogged since SEPTEMBER?! Well, I have been kind of busy...okay, not busy but I've have no net access for a lot of the time.

Sooo, what's happened:

X Moved into my flat October 1st
X Found out there's a drug dealer living below
X Went into Major A&E with a suspected second stroke
X Came out and the places had been burgled by drug dealer
X Lived with my friend for a week as I was too scared to return
X Came back to my flat
X Argued with DWP over lack of payment since August 21st 2010
X Went for numerous tests and MRI scans at hospital
X Confirmation of lumps in/on my brain
X Paramedics over quite a lot
X Went for a medical interview (Christmas eve)
X Went for Christmas round Shauns dads and had to cook the turkey as his dad had covered it in wrapping paper instead of foil. Highly noxious when cooked.
X Didn't get to see any of my family over Christmas and so they were pissed at me.
X Fell out with Sarah as she's being a stupid cunt and arguing with me in the middle of the pub. She can get to fucking fuck now.
X Got annoyed that I hadn't been told the BF was basically upping and leaving to return home on boxing day. He lives with and around the people he was seeing for drinks etc so why he couldn't leave at a later date I have NO idea. What is it with me and men? I'm always second-best to someone/something, just so fed up of it all.
X Went out to see Grandad etc Boxing Day and did something a little daft, but no harm done so all is cool. I'll do what I want, I'm not letting this illness stop me doing what I want to do. Noone else is going to stop me either, twats.
X Played Xbox games as I have the net for 7 days, whoop!
X Not spoken to the BF much, can't be bothered.

So that's about it really! Sorry it's not more informative but I'm not in the right frame of mind for a lengthy one


Merry fucking Christmas.

Daddy issues :/

Hallo!

Another blog entry...it's not even Christmas ;D

Sooo, what's being going on? Well, I am STILL waiting to get this damn flat. I've obviously outstayed my welcome and my fathers as he's said. Giving me deposit money for a place and basically saying, 'go' kinda gives me the impression he's had enough.
Why should I think he'd be okay with his daughter stopping with him when she's homeless? I've been here just a little over 2 weeks and he's fed up of me? I'm not that surprised, I mean, he wasn't there for 16 years of my life so why would he be here now? Why break a habit of a lifetime? Yet he can quite happily be baking cupcakes with his partners daughter as he is doing now. Hmmmm, yeah.

Ah well, sooner I get the fucking hell out of here the better as I can feel the molten lava racing through my chest, wanting to just explode in the way of a fiery tongue-lashing and vile words. I'm trying to hold the rage in, I really am. It's very difficult.

Take Monday morning. I had little to no sleep Sunday night as I spasmed badly all through the night time. Finally getting to sleep I am then awoken by my fathers face around the door informing me I have to 'get up and clean your grandads house. I'll be back in an hour. Be ready.' Said like a threat aswell. I mean, 6am?! So at 7am I am up, washed and dressed, absolutely exhausted and wanting to cry. He drops he at Grandads where I clean SOLIDLY for 4 hours.

I then go to Sarah's to wait for the guy to see me about the flat. I get a phone call from Jo's silly little daughter who is at school asking if I'll be home for her brother. Am I the mother? No. I say I won't be as I'm going to sort the flat out, I tell her to give her brother the keys so he can get in and she says she will. So, problem solved. Later on, phone call again, which I ignore as I am not her minder. Then I receive a text saying, 'What ever happens tell ---- i'm in school i'll explain tomorrow but i'm helping out some teacher's for the last few lessons :) xx'
What in the hell? So I ring my father and tell him that something weird is going on, he doesn't give a shit because the kids 'aren't his problem,' well...there's a surprise!

I don't get to see the flat as the guy is too busy to show me, bummer :( so I trot back to my Grandads to get a lift from my father back to Jo's, Grandads dirty washing it tow. I take the long way to my Grandads and sit by the river for a little while to think. I was indeed tempted to submerge myself in her chilly depths. The feeling was quite strong and before I could do anything stupid I stood up and carried on walking.

On arriving at Jo's place we notice her daughter, the one I mention above, walking towards the bridge and she has a smug look on her face as she greets us. I shake my head as I have no idea what is actually going on and I don't care as I am so tired that I crash out for an hour. I wake up and a dinner awaits me as an apology of sorts and I wolf it down as I've not eaten all day. I tidy up the kitchen, front room, etc. and return to my 'room' so I am out of the way. I read my book for a little bit and then I hear 'Where IS she?!' from the front room. I abandon the book and peek my head around the corner. Jo is fuming as her daughter is meant to have been home 2 hours ago. She is 13 years old and it's getting dark. Jo and her son take off in one direction and I take off in another, jogging to the cinema, Asda, the underpass, the quarry, all over the place. I get a call about 30 minutes later to come back as she has been found. I start jogging back, my feet and calves burning with my effort. I feel good though, I think I'm going to take up jogging again...after investing in a sports bra...ouch!

I arrive back at the house, flushed in the face and breathing like a rapist. She has not only been missing for 2 hours but she also skipped school after lunch! She'd lied to her teacher and said she had a dentists appointment to attend :/ she was checking whether I was in the house or not as she got home and changed her clothes to go up town. Then she met a 16 year old boy...Christ 0_0;

She has entirely too much freedom for her own good! So now there is a lot of shouting and tears. I am asked to kill the kids Facebook account, which she shouldn't have ANYWAY imho because she is just too young! I get really cross at the lax attitude of parents nowadays, grrr! I get a 'thanks' for running about trying to find her and for killing her FB account. So I turn in for the night as I am exhausted.

Today (Tuesday) has been uneventful, thankfully! No phone call from the guy about the flat though, hopefully there will be one tomorrow as I've had enough. I did get another call though, from Shaun :3 it made my entire day! Hopefully I will get to see him this weekend as I do miss him, a lot. I had a fantastic weekend before all of this crap happened on Monday (I still cannot believe that was all ONE day!) and I spent a lot of time with him :) I didn't think I could feel like this about someone, but I do and I am extremely happy.

Right, I'm off to read my book again!

Night all

xx