Is anyone out there....?

England (well Leicester...) is killing me.

How many readers do I have??? 75? If everyone put £10 into a charity pot for me... I may well be able to take a trip somewhere or at least buy myself something pretty. I am so down and feel like I cannot get out of this hole. I just want to be away. AWAY I TELLS YA.

How many people read this? I'm sorry if you are one of the unfortunate that do. I used to be funny. Now look at me ahahah.

Help. Help. Help.

HELP.

Soup...

...Without bread is like a world without sunshine.

Think of me when you have a glorious lunch.

As this is what I will be eating for the foreseeable future.

Much Love,
An extremely poor and horrendously fat Bitsy xx

Sad today....

I have had a bobbins day.

Someone died. And I cried. I cried for him. I cried for his girlfriend. I cried for his family. I cried for his friends. I cried for my memories. I cried for the people that should be here and aren't.

Its hard to put into words because I wasnt close to this boy. But as soon as I heard it was like I was catapulted back to the day I heard about Burt. Just when you learn to push things to the back of your mind and get on.

I wandered about the building at work. In another world really and I had a sob in the garden. I just felt lonely. In total honesty I just wanted the boy or my ma or something. Someone that made me comfortable and safe. To just be there. But noone was so I carried on. As usual. Same old same old. Gulping back tears. Hardcore Bitsy. Thats me.

Later on. Missy at work brought me up a cupcake. First time I'd smiled all day.

Also N-Dubz were signing things at WH Smith on Fosse Park. This is not far from work. But I don't have a car here. So its just that bit too far. So I missed them. Cheers N-Dubz. I am gonna write to you to let you know you could have cheered up my day but you didnt. Just so you know.

T.M.I...

Just received this text from Matt Bateman:

Someone has been for a shit at work and I can smell it in my office on the floor above and through two doors. That are closed.

I replied what any normal person would reply:

Was it you?

Just so you know...

...I'm not dead.

I think I spoke to soon...

You know how I pondered how I wasn't dead yet? Well today I feel as though I'm on my way. Bunged up to the eyeballs.

Up til late with the cupcakes. Hanging out with them... Doing my thing. They look pretty though so thats the important part.

This damned cold. Its doing it to me on purpose. It knows I was excited for the weekend and busy with the cakes and it thought oh yeah I know I'm gonna hit you hard. HA.

Well cheers cold. You suck.

(You've already won by making me personify you, you shit.)

A nice lady called Liz sent me some Camomile, vanilla and honey tea to relax me. So I think I should really drink it. I havent got time to relax at the mo though. But as soon as I do.... I'm on it.

Boy is full of cold too. Shame. I'm glad.

Not my favourite person right now.

I'm in a mood. Can you tell?

Do anticipate cupcake photos at some point. They will be cool! xxx