Honestly it's been a fucking shit week, with so many lows that I don't know how I've even made it through.
There has been two deaths, both of them children in my circle of friends, one of which I can't even speak about to my closest friend as she's pg so I don't want to freak her out.
Also today was the first time I've seen exdp in almost a year after having a fairly good relationship, which turned very sour very quickly for reasons I don't want to go into right now. We ended up rowing and resolving none of what needed sorting, I'm sat at home upset, angry and anxious while he's snuggled up in bed slagging me off.
And to top it all off I've lost my fucking purse with everything in it, including my last £50 that I withdrew yesterday to buy some shopping.
I've had enough so I want to curl up in a ball and cry.