On the bridge.
So, I took some time off work. Waited for the depression to wash away from my soul. Am I bothered that I didn't make it this time? Not really. Not really bothered at all. Like a scarecrow with stuffing for brains, I move on through it all. It's kind of nice to take a snapshot of this place. I had some lovely giggles with my gf today. She's so funny when she wants to be, and pretty adorable most of the time. I think maybe it was worth not dying to have that time with her. If I could just hide away from everything and be with her, I think everything would be ok. But I can't, I have to work and live in this awful capitalist hostile fucking world. Ok so that's my navel-gazing done. I'm going to be referred for STEPPS (which is some kind of training for people with emotional disorders), I think, maybe, in a few months. Who knows. Mental health services are so stretched and they were like yes, no, yes, no, yes about even getting a care co-ordinator. It&