I hate being so fucking paranoid all the time. My grandmother phone me today, and my phone battery was dying so I said, I'm about to eat and my battery is dying, I will call you later on Tim's phone, and she said, oh okay, I just wanted to speak to your Mum anyway. But after I hung up, I got so paranoid it's unreal! I get paranoid if people don't answer their phone, or they're in a situation that they can't talk. I hate it, but I can't help it. I get paranoid that people are going to read my MSN conversations, or listen to my phonecalls, or that people hate me. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Last night I drank a whole bottle of vodka to myself and went crazily suicidal, and was about to slit my wrists, ARGH! For fucks sake, Melissa, get a grip!