I fail at overdosing. Crushed pills last night and mixed them with yoghurt. It was so vile I spat out the first and only mouthful I took. Next time I overdose I'll do it the old fashioned way - just swallow the pills. Not planning anything right now though.
I wish my friends were more reliable. N was meant to call me today, she didn't. A is back in hospital (I might see her Wednesday when I have to go back to the hospital, but maybe not). AM hasn't replied to a text I sent days ago. R only replies to about half my texts, and it feels like I literally have to be going through some sort of crisis for her to respond to me. All my other friends are online friends who live nowhere near me.
My 21 year old sister is going to be around tomorrow, staying at my mother's house after her holiday, before she goes back to work. At least I'll get to see her, even if I am insanely jealous of her - her good looks, her confidence, her intelligence, her social skills. I know things haven't always been easy for her, but I'd rather be her than me.