How long!?

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Going from being an avid blogger to barely ever writing anything is weird.  It's not that i don't have anything to talk about, its more to do with the fact i cannot be arsed.

So it's Friday, the 15th March.. and a good day to talk i feel...

PUPPIES... Both the dogs i was selling have gone.   Bindi went about 3/4 weeks ago and Brian went last Wednesday, it was very sad both times.. I do still have little Bear, who isn't so little any more... He's a giant and almost as big as Bluebell.. He is a gorgeous bundle of fluffy fun and i adore him.  


This wast the last picture of Brian.... He was mahooosive....and my little Bear there at the back!

My ex has been flitting in and out of my life, much to everyones disgust.  He comes in, hes lovely and says all the right things, then i find out he's been lying to me massively and when i question him on the lies i get called a 'psycho stalker' - which of course i am not.. but he should think about who he talks to, because my friends WILL tell me... So i caught him out again, and he wasn't happy.. hence the name he called me... Oh well, whatever.  The more times he hurts me, the less it does hurt.  I am pretty void of any emotion toward him now.  Nearly 4 years of this shit, is there any wonder!?........

My mood has been very up and down lately.  I can't quite put my finger on it.. i think the meds might need to be adjusted...  I am really hating the way i look, more than ever before (if that is possible?).

Anyway, that is all for now, it's 9.20am and i slept like shit last night and i feel like i need to sleep - right now.. I have to take the sleep when i feel like it ;)

Hope everyone is well.. and thank you for still reading...
I'll be back!!!!!!!

♥

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