Friday, July 02, 2010
I am a shopaholic. No not like those who just throw around the word. I have a compulsive need to spend money, whether I have it or not. And it is reeking havoc on my life and family. I'm afraid to go to my parent house because of the drama. Right now I am sitting here eating cold leftover pizza because I was too scared to go over for fish. I have called the number at the one help site but nobody answered.
I was deeply depressed and crying two nights ago.
That's how bad it has gotten. I can no longer hide from the fact that I have issues. But I try anyway. I will keep trying and nothing will get better.
I'm just gonna go now. I wish I had the car. I'd go to the grocery store and buy cookies to drown my sorrows in. But I realize that is no good either. Oh well. Pizza it is.