Paranoia: Big D is at it again

It’s bloody freezing this morning and the mancub has just produced one of the most rancid nappies ever.  Bleurgh.  It’s too early for wine right? I don’t know if it’s a side effect of Big D or the Fluoxetine but I’m so paranoid all the time. A doctor told me last week I’m morbidly obese and likely to die under a general anaesthetic. I am overweight, this I know, but I’m not a walking death sentence just yet and it’s triggered a weird paranoia thing. I went to yoga and various exercise classes towards the end of last year, which I now can’t go to.  My head tells me I’m too fat, I can’t do it, don’t embarrass yourself. I’m such a dick. I heard a great quote once about worrying about what other people think about you, and it was along the lines of “well look at you all up yourself worried about what people think and full of your own self importance”. It’s very harsh but it’s true! When I walk into a room and my head tells me everyone is looking at me, laughing behind my back, it’s just rubbish, people are too busy worrying about their…

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