Had an okay weekend. Went clubbing Friday with some friends and lazed around since then. Clubbing was pretty uneventful other than getting my toes squished by some stiletto pins and a desperate/horny guy who tries to score with any girl (why must there ALWAYS be one). Oh, and a property developer who has the same name as my ex asked me for my number and we might go play golf sometime soon. He's pretty cute and nice to talk to. But I'm not really interested in anything more. Haha.. I can't really remember but I think he's the first guy I gave my number to at a club since I was 16. The others weren't good at conversation or maybe just not natural enough I guess.
I had a dream of my ex today that we got back together (nooooo!!), and I kept flashing on my diary and my mum. It was kinda bizarre. I don't want to have anything to do with guys anymore. And I think it has almost everything to do with him.
Been feeling horrible of late. Everything even the tiniest things seem to be bogging me down. During the clubbing session, I actually felt suicidal and wanted to cry in the corner, but I didn't. I felt like such a disgusting person.
I don't really feel like I can tell my friends anything anymore. Thank goodness I've got an appointment with the counsellor tomorrow so I can let it all out then.
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