END OF DAYS

OF BEING UNHAPPY.

More to come...

Another one.

Another let down. Another set back.

Hope springs eternal, is a dangerous idea.

Worst week ever.

I am a zombie in a constant loop of tears.

It is really harsh, and made even harsher as I have lost another friend (via Facebook).

It could have been an ace night, but bumped into a familiar face, freaked out and literally ran out of the club. My mate came after and was with me, it could have ended worst.

I have done nothing wrong, why am I being treated like this. I have feelings too.

Bad.

Things are not going as planned.

What is the point of it all really. I miss you so much and to see you doing well and not be part of or be included your life kills me. It really does.

Dead on the inside.

No replies. No feelings.

Ideas to paper.

Need to focus on writing an inspiring (one that hopefully doesn't smell of desperation) cover letter.

I think I might be on to something I actually enjoy? Retail still excites me. Creativity still excites me. But designing, I am not too sure.

After a super nice day styling an ex work colleague (She, like most women, was afraid to explore new things when it comes to fashion. But is opened to my ideas and styling, trying out things she would normally never pick out for herself. She better work that A.P.C. cheese cloth dress and those bright orange Marni heels.), throughout the day, I can't help to feel sorry for her still being stuck at a creative studio that doesn't promote creativity.

I want another Hazelnut gelato on cone (never usually have it on cone as I always think you get more on with a cup but I am a convert now. Plus it's more green).

Me, a bored stripper and a wreak.