Cool Stop Smoking Counsellor

After a nightmarish week of being jerked around by the Weasel I had to go and see Maria at the clinic to report that my smoking had hit record highs.

"Don't tell me I stink and don't make me blow in that thing" I snarled on arrival.

Seeing that smoking cessation was not going well she recommended that I give up on it for a bit, keep coming for the NHS patches and stockpile them for happier times.

I then revealed that I had thrown myself at my ex in a spectacularly pathetic and desperate way, which had caused him to say he didn't love me, or did he? and that is was over, or should we try again? and that he didn't desire me any more but it would be sort of ok if I sucked his dick, and then he could go back to ignoring my text messages.

For a few days I have been acting all light and jolly and fun just to show that I am terrific girlfriend material, but last night a fuse blew.

It was like a mad laugh going HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA up the scale and then cracking and going weird and scary, like a malfunctioning robot in a sci-fi movie. So returning to pathetic desperation, I texted him in the middle of the night to say that I missed and loved him and was worried.

No reply.

So Maria and me said I should write out my pain.

She said I should write positive things. So that's what I'm doing.

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA (mad laugh)