(I CHANGED DOMAIN SO THIS IS ACTUALLY A FEW MONTHS OLD AND REPOSTED)

So it has been almost three months since I wrote a blog post. Time to catch everyone up I suppose. So, I don't know if I mentioned it before but I had a boyfriend who lived a bit out the way. Well. That lasted long, almost TWO WHOLE MONTHS! Yay me. I, obviously as per usual, broke up with him. I had my reasons though. The boy just didn't know when to grow the fuck up and be an adult. Moving on.

Almost the day after we split, my son's biological father contacted me and asked to see him. I said no in the beginning, but then I felt guilty because it wasn't fair for me to make that decision for Cory. He started seeing him. Cory doesn't even recognise him as a father. He screams and cries the minute he tried to take him for a couple of hours, which leads to him bringing Cory back and cutting the session short. I've told him that he can't just give up when Cory has a tantrum, he needs to learn who he is. I suppose we'll see how it goes over time. Hopefully he doesn't fuck it up this time because he knows how it will go if he does.

Next on my lovely list of things to talk about. I've never really been very open about my mental health. I was basically unofficially diagnosed with depression and bipolar. They told me they were sure I had them, but I didn't want it on my record so I refused to go back for further testing. I don't know if I'm just being irrational lately or what, but I feel like I'm going off the rails a bit. I don't want pills. I don't want therapy. I just want to be at least somewhat normal. I need to make a decision on what I want to do about it, but right now I'm coping enough to not need to think about it.

I turned twenty one on the 17th of this month. It was amazing. I spent the day (Wednesday) with Louis and we went for lunch with the kids. Thursday I went to Southend with my mama and I went madddd on the 2p machines. I'm kind of addicted. Don't get me started on Friday. I am the biggest lightweight going and normally always end up throwing up and in bed by 12am. BUT this time I was out until 5am and spent the whole night at the perfect state of drunk! I loved it. Me and Louis created our own drunk bingo and one of them was to "kiss someone randomly". Well I got that one down to a T. We saw our friend Alan on the night and as I went to kiss him on the cheek goodbye, the prick turned his head (accidentally or purposely, I have no fucking clue). So guess who won? ME! Saturday and Sunday was spent recovering. It was honestly the best time I've had in a while. It was a nice pick me up.

I can't really think of much else to say right now. But I'm going to try and keep on top of my updates on here. Fingers crossed.