My good mood didn’t last. I woke up feeling pants, and it has slowly got worse as the day has gone on. Even trivial things are setting me off. My hair won’t straighten properly and still looks a bit greasy even though I washed it this morning, so that has annoyed me. I called work. I have a new line manager, nice of them to tell me. No one knows what Occupational Health are doing or when I am due back – although it doesn’t help that managers have changed. They also gave my holiday time away, even though I booked it off. They better not call when I’m away because it is their problem/mistake not mine. I did everything right. And I called my good friend Jon. He is a bit depressed because he hasn’t finished uni, his mum has breast cancer and he is ill. Along with that, he told me that when I tried to patch things up with Kel – who hates me for something I didn’t do, she thinks I slept with her ex-boyfriend, I didn’t. He stayed in my flat along with my friend Gill so we were never alone – anyway, she has moaned and bitched about it. I know that is her problem but it has bugged me that I tried to make amends for something I didn’t even do, and that is the response I get.

I want to hide and cry. Grr…