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.

Jesus juiced.

Totally!

I AM SO INTOXICATED.

Suddenly I see.

Strange. You can't change other people perception but you can your own. Ah, my therapist's wise words finally dawned on me.

We are kind of talking again? Well I really wanted to find out why today but couldn't, I was a bit annoyed by it but was in total control and decided to try a different approach instead. This one is too special to let go, and some things are worth the effort. Am happier. Funny how a person can so dramatically influence ones mood.

Another week is nearly over.

Due to the dodgy bathroom light, we go about our business with the door ajar for some illumination. Got caught doing a number 2 while brushing my teeth this morning.

Rude awaking.

Annoying road works. When will Boris finish with all the digging and in this weather.

Tick tock tick tock, will it even happen.

2 more CVs sent, still no positive replies. If I could do it all over again would I choose to be in the creative industry again? Probably, yes but I do also like the sound of Dr Zin though.

Nope, next week. Days of pondering till then.

I am seriously going nuts. Still no replies from applications. Time is running out.

Wet pillow.

Can't sleep. Blogging from under the covers with the Blackberry. Dreading tomorrow.

Apparently I am not a horrible partner (according to the ex) as I thought I might be.

This crying thing needs to stop. Funny. Funny is my thing, not this.
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I am really trying.

I am really trying. Okay this is too heartbreaking for me to even put into words. The best thing to do now is to sleep it off until tomorrow.

Like come on.

Possible career option.

Beer tester.