How are you?

So this question is asked every day, a million times over.
But what do you say to it?
I'm down and recently i hit rock bottom. i don't know why or how but that's just how these things go apparently.
so now youv'e asked me what i'm feeling- i can either lie, which is morally wrong, or tell you my whole life story, which frankly id really rather not. i mean for Christ sake we are in the middle of tesco and you want me to have a chit chat to you about how much my life is on a major downer, just so you can empathise, pat me on the shoulder and tell me we have all felt this way. but you havent- no one has. becasue right now i couldldnt even begin to tell you what i feel, this gut churning heart ache and i dont even know where it came from. which between you and me is a total head fuck.
and every time you bump into someone you faintly know from a friend of a friend or something ridculous you have to go over all your aching again and again? and this is a socialy accepted normal thing to do to people? really? well to be honest.. get fucked.
Ahh i love mondays :/

Go again.

So this is blogging?

nice.

really not very sure what Im doing or even why i am doing it.

Guess i took my lead form my friend Jack. See he decided he wanted to blog, and i figured it would be a good idea- get some things of my chest and all that. so really Im just following the crowd, keeping up with whats going in, having a rant like everyone else, escaping to cyberspace like everyone else.. being a sheep.

which is ironic really- jack is welsh.