The past few weeks have been CRAP. And I'm not even being dramatic. I've been so emotionally drained, I don't sleep, I some days don't eat - others I binge eat -, I don't want to leave my room, I just want to be in bed and be a human burrito.
I ordered a moose pillow pet to Sean, because the moose is one of my favourite animals and I wanted one for over a year. And they couldn't deliver to Denmark so I ordered to him. And he send it off, with a few other bits to cheer me up, because he's the sweetest guy in the world. But it's been 8 days now. The guy said around 3. And every day, when I realise the package won't be in my hands, I have a break down. I'm not kidding. I start crying and get very very upset.
You need to understand something. I suffer from bad anxiety, have done for a few years now. And Sean's scent, calms me down so much it's stupid. He was a gem to hug my pillow pet and hold it close, hoping it would pick up some of his scent. Because it's such a great comfort for me. And if you're in a long distance relationship, you know how fucking amazing it is to smell them again. Feeling like you're close. But since the fucking post cannot fucking just get the package from A to B, I can't have that comfort. And I need some comfort. But noooooo, Royal Mail and Post Danmark wants to fucking torture me. Also, he said it's a big box (moosey is a bit fat) and how the fuck can you loose a fucking huge box.
I'm trying my best to be positive, and hope it's just delays, blabla. But I'm in a permanent shit mood.
Also, ever since Sean went back, Tuesdays have been the worst day of the week for me. I think it's purely mental, because Sean left on a Tuesday and it did hurt a lot having to let him go, knowing I would not see him for another 8 months. So I mostly spend my Tuesdays in bed, crying, and missing him more than anyting.
Yesterday I went shopping with my mum and brother. I'm redoing my room a bit, and needed some stuff. I want a chair next to my desk, to put clothes (which is not dirty but not clean enough to hang in my wardrobe again) and my every day bag on, because having stuff on my floor stresses me AND I have a dog who thinks laying on my clothes is funny. So we went to a charity shop, because I just want an old dining chair or something. And they are bloody expensive, Jesus Christ! Could hardly find anything under £25, and I am not paying that for an old chair. So that failed.
So in conclusion of everything:
Post services SUCK
Tuesdays SUCKAnd charity shops are trying to rip you off.
Hope you're having a better week than I am.
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