Sticking at it.

Wednesday was stressful and harsh. Thinking about shit that was happening in our heads, me and gary were considering splitting up for a while, to give us a chance to let go of our previous relationships. It was a very bad feeling.
Thursday was better. Gary thought about the shit in his head, and I did some hard thinking about Pete, and my feelings for women, and all the crap thats in my head...it was kinda touch and go for a short while, but the power of positive thinking on Gary's part, and a determination on my part not to let Pete (even if it wasn't his fault) split us up, and a realisation that I really do need to tet go of him and move on.
Anyway...my mum's friend at work managed to get us tickets to see a deep Purple tribute band on thursday night at the Iron Door. They were really cool, if a little loud (god I sound like my mum) and we had fun there. Then we went to see Harry Potter with Craig and Sam and a girl called Claire. At 5 past midnight woo!
It's quite good, missed huge chunks out of the book, but good anyway.
A night out together was just what we needed. It doesn't do us any good staying in his room day after day for hours on end. We go a bit stir crazy.
Anyhoo, Friday we went to Quiggins...yes it's still there, and I bought a skirt and some tights and some nail varnesh, and have ordered a very sexy black PVC dress. I love PVC.
We went to the Tiv and had a crap night, due to some weirdness from me, and generally crap music...On the way back I chilled a bit with some weed in the car, but after taking my happy pill I had a nasty scary paranoidy frightened spell, and it took Gary a good hour to calm me down enough so that we could sleep. In total, the weirdyness lasted about 15 hours, and Gary was on the verge of calling or taking me to the out of hours doctors cos I was scaring that much. It took him breaking down and getting upset to snap me out of it. I feel dreadful about that, but a lot of what Gary said to me while I was freaking out made sense...He asked me why I never told my mum and dad about the depression and the freaky mood swings. I am considerin doing so...just don't know how. He also said I need to think more positive. I agree with that...it's done him the world of good. And my happy pills...it seemed to him like that was what was causing the problem...because apparetly I was fine one minute and paranoid and crying and fightened the next...like something chemical had just kicked in. It's worth thinking about...I will definately talk to dr Perkins about it.
After all the upheaval and crap on friday night and saturday, we didn't really feel like going out on saturday night, but we ended up going anyway and had a great night...due mainly to a goodly amount of base, an incredibly sexy boyfriend, and some amazing music...both in the car on the way there, and in the club...Rockworld on manchester. When we got back we were happy and content and well...yeah...you can use your imagination on the rest. Suffice it to say I haven't slept at all since lunchtime yesterday...