No no, I've previously had two separate lots of 32 paracetamol. My ADs are just being taken one at a time, daily.
I don't feel like I matter. Just moved into a new place with mum and step dad, and I'm not getting any time to sort my stuff out, all my time is spent sorting the garage out so my stepdad has somewhere to play with his f***ing trains, or the garden, which he's obsessing about for my mum. All my stuff is still in my living room and bedroom in boxes. I haven't even got a wardrobe. I'm living out of plastic bags.
We're supposed to be going out for a meal tomorrow night for my birthday, and everyone seems to have forgotten. They're all planning which house we're going to be moving instead. So I don't even know if we're still going. Not that it matters. Nothing to celebrate, another birthday, one year older, still single, still childless and still not wanting to be alive. Fantastic.