Went to see the shrink today. For some reason I was expecting it to be a man. For me, that is a bad thing as I find it much easier to talk to women. Unfortunatly, this woman was highly atractive and I was reluctant to tell her how crap I am 
She seemed reluctant to do anything for me but eventually decided to prescribe Sertraline (Zoloft) she only prescribed 7 tables which set me back £7.10. Bearing in mind I was sacked on 25th August and have no money 
I'm already feeling a bit sick. That may be because I spent the majority of yesterday in bed. I just couldn't see any good reason to get up. I haven't run since tuesday. I'm not getting any enjoyment out of running at the moment
I got out of bed a few times, once at 10pm with the intention of staying up from then on but for some reason I started feeling tired again so went back to bed at 3am and got up at 7am. Truly messed up. I can't say for sure it's the single table I took that's making me feel sick because messing with my body clock like that tends to mess up my digestive system anyway.
I didn't really eat anything yesterday either. Just a tin of vegetable soup yet I put on a pound in weight!
Life for me is feeling very pointless at the moment. I'm completly alone. That's unlikely to change so what is the point in me being in this world? No one wants me here.
