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Tuesday, 31 December 2019

Closing of the worst year I have had

After Cats, I went for dinner at Oli and Greer's in the insane weather of that evening.

The following day I pottered about home and then the south end of town with an out of town friend and ended up having dinner with Alana's family at her mother's house.

Apart from friends feeding me, I have mostly just sat around my house feeling a bit miserable.  Still even more tired and run down than my usual.

Yesterday, I went to the supermarket for the first time in over a week and forgot the things I actually needed.  I am really not doing or achieving anything.

{edit}
Trying to motivate myself out of the house to be social for a New Year's, after several in a row at home, when I noticed Shitlord had turned up on dating apps - meaning he is either single or back to being a cheating arse again.  I texted like an idiot and he confirmed he efforts to be friends were the result of his relationship ending.
I suspected it, but having it confirmed wasn't great.
Why do I keep expecting better from him when he only ever lives up to my worst suspicions?

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