So last week i didnt leave the house, Friday i had to, cause i had work, my parents shouted at me when i got home for not being at college all week.
I have only been living with them for 8 months, having moved out for two years and living independently, i couldnt bring myself to tell them what i had been going through, so i just left the house and went back to my friends, whose house i had been staying at all week (he's the one i used to live with) i feel safe there, like i'm at home. Now everytime i come home after work, i just wanna get back to his again, unfortunately, thats a cold walk in the snow, a train journey that leaves me shaking in tears through anxiety and then more cold walking in the snow, but i've been doing it.
Although feeling down, this is definitely mania, when talking, i'm onto the next question before anyone knows what the first thing i am talking about is. I appear funnier to everyone around me, but all thats in my head is that i need TO GET OUT! i dont even know what that means, but the words are etched in my brain dying to get out.
Point is, i cant even think into my future, i just know i wanna stay in my friends flat for the time being.
My care worker is meant to be taking me to Kick boxing on TUesday night, but i dont want to go.. i really really dont.