I HAVE HOLES IN MY SHOES

This morning, the backs of the soles fell off my last pair of shoes for the eight millionth time. I've just spent yet another ten minutes painstakingly trying to glue them back on and all I've managed to do is stick my fingers to my shoe and get in a right predicament. I also may have just thrown the offending shoe against the window...

Yesterday, I went to the toilet (don't worry, I won't elaborate on that part) and realised I've been walking around with a MASSIVE HOLE in the buttcrack of in the last pair of work trousers I own which actually fit me, because anti-psychotic meds have made me gain so much weight. If this continues, I fear I am going to be waddling around my house, naked, crying and eating bread.

SAVE ME. :( 

P.S, I've written this in good humour because that's always my go-to coping mechanism, but I promise that this isn't a piss-take. Last year I was signed off work for 8 months, things just got really on top of me and spiralled so far out of my control that it's not even funny. I even lost my flat and had to move back in with my MOTHER (oh lord).

I'm currently in debt repayment plans with more creditors than I can count and finally have my proverbial ducks in order on that account, but I've been living pretty much hand-to-mouth since then in order to keep up the arrangements. All of this has meant that I've not even thought about clothing, it's not even been an option to replace things as my weight has changed. My boss actually pointed it out yesterday that I need to 'represent the company' better on a professional front and that currently I'm just not doing it. I ended up going in the toilet and just crying my eyes out. I know we've probably all been there and in a shit situation, and indeed many of us still are ... so I'm not expecting much at all, just trying to explain why I sound like such a loser haha. I'm also aware that I am now just ranting, so I'll stop. Thanks everyone.