Ok, so my sister called today and said she thinks I should stop living alone. She said that I could go and live with her in the countryside, move back home with my mother, or ask Toscar to move in with me whilst I taper off my medication. She informed me that I am swiftly becoming a disorganized hermit and I need some company (apparently the cat doesn’t count.) I sort of wanted to argue with her but I was burning bacon at the time and also… I suppose I agree with her on some level.
Living with my mother is not going to happen, though. I love my mother, but she’s not the best person to be around when depressed, as she’s quite a naturally depressed person herself. Also, she has no idea how to handle me when I’m unwell. The last time I was manic she freaked out and kept pouring me huge pitchers of white wine and singing nursery rhymes.
Living with my sister is also out, as moving away from Tosc and my friends will only make me more depressed.
So. I guess I’m going to have to ask Toscar to move in with me.
Man – I don’t want to live with other people though! I’m quite happy by myself, even if it does take me twenty minutes to muster up the energy to boil the kettle.
And if Toscar agrees to move in, who knows if we’ll be able to stand each other? I can see it now – I’ll want to watch the X Factor, he’ll want to watch some kind of sporting event…there will be tragic consequences. Plus he hates the cat.
But things can’t go on like this, I know that much. The way things are going I’ll be dead by Christmas.
Eh. Toscar’ll probably tell me to get fucked, anyway.