How was your doctors appointment Aimee? (she hoped he'd say...)
Well I went down there
Waited behind a woman with bad BO waiting for thrush medicine - which, by the way, she wasn't shy about telling everyone in the waiting room I.E ME.
Went in, read half an article about Tina Turner - Can you believe that woman is 69?! Shes bloody gorgeous.
Got called in, chatted for a minute about jobs and college and stuff and then he stuck me on the couch (not like that) and had a look at my hip.
Marvelled at how many moles you can fit on one mans face.
Got told there was nothing he could do, and it should be fine and I apparently have "an excellent range of movement" in both knees and hips ;D
Thennn as I was getting ready to leave he handed me a pee pot and then asked me if I had ever been depressed....
???
Well. I answered this with honesty and made myself seem like a total nutcase when I said it out loud and Im sure I'll be carted away in a weird van to Morchard Bishop Institute for the Mentally Insane.
Picked up prescriptions for mother, went to shop, got squash and milk.
Sorted.
I feel like I dont deserve any thing else shitty to happen to me.
What did I EVER do? To the world, or to anyone when I was younger or whatever to warrant such awful luck with my personal life?
I have a Mother whos track record of relationships is nothing to be admired.
A brother whos a total asshole, only obsessed with big chested women - where did the sweet nice alex go?
No decent Father figure to speak of - Simon fucked off because he didnt want me, Robin fucked us up so much we had to move hundreds of miles away, Andy was there one minute, then gone off with some carol vorderman (and not in her good days) lookalike and her family, and now Phil, Mr fix everything and ill take care of you im the lovable fatty from Luton Town, has given himself in and revealed to mother that hes been cheating on her for two years.
Of course he doesnt know I know.
Mum doesnt even know that I know that much about it she just thinks i think theyre having problems.
And lets not forget the Grandparents - sitting up there where they live, bickering, stressing, breaking caravans, and telling me to ring them if i need to talk to anyone or need help? Why would I want to talk to them? They just tell me to let it all go and that everythings going to be fine and that theres nothing they or anyone can do and that "oh shit happens darling". Then interrupt me to tell Grans lost weight or Grandad's building ANOTHER frickin shed.
And last but not least, my boyfriend. I dont even have words. I love him more than anything and I want to be with him for a very long time. But hey, why would I want to be with someone who cant even keep it in his pants for the next hot girl that walks along. Hey, newsflash sweetie, I might be fucking good in bed like you say but if that's all you're keeping me around for and you really just want to be Mr-Sleeps-With-Everything, you wanna flirt, you wanna be all secretive, then don't keep me around. I'm not fucking having it. Even thought you do love me, you cant have it all your way.
Grrrr.
I'm not depressed.
I know how you feel Mr Wang.Damn that wubberduckzirra.
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