I was thinking about how ironic life is and how quickly it changes. One minute I’ve got all these people poking their noses in and it is very annoying since I am perfectly OK. Then I decide that it might be worth having friends and a boyfriend and suddenly everyone thinks that that’s OK and I don’t need any help or “counselling†and then the friends come with baggage that I can’t deal with or they turn round and treat you as if you were a piece of crap on their shoe and that’s fine – that’s supposed to be no problem at all, no problem to deal with – what in holy hell makes any sense in that lot?