meh...

Oh how thrilled I'm not to be starting yet another third week. How I had missed the feelings of paranoia. The constant chant of "don't look at me, don't look at me don't even think about looking at me" running in my head whilst passing anyone on the street, because I'm convinced that they'll do bad things to me. Even children are threatening.

And nothing looks right on me. Things that used to be my favourite (shirts/pants/skirts, ect) now all look frumpy, or the wrong colour, or are too short, or too big.

People in all shapes and forms annoy the piss out of me, and yet i'm nearly in tears because I haven't gotten any email all day. Not even customer complaints. I have this desire to be absolutely invisible, but then when I am, I feel like i've been deserted. My head is a swirling mass of contradictions.

I feel like crying now. Big dramatic hysterical crying, so everyone will know that i feel really, really bad right now. But then if anyone commented on it, me crying i mean, I'd be really annoyed with them for bringing it up.

Days like today I hate being a woman.