Please don't take pity on me...
So like, I'm going insane and it's nowhere near as bad as I'd imagined. I worked 7:30am - 6pm tonight. I'm sure that my legs would be aching, if I could actually feel them, but thankfully for my sake, numbness has already taken it's toll. I'm earning decent amounts of cash all at once and looking forward to new purchases. I'm getting along well with my parents, discussing the options which will lead me the reaching of my full potential. I have the energy and capability to seek out new employment, preferably not in the hospitality industry. I have zero working hours for the remainder of this week, and will therefore be able to spend time with friends that I've been avoiding during this bad spell of self obsession. So yeah, I guess I'm feeling optimistic. I have no reason to think otherwise. I've come to the realisation that I am the only person that is able to pull myself out of this hole that I've dug myself into. I don't see much point to arguing or disagreeing with others as it is petty. Dwelling on the a negative past won't aid me to success. I don't need boys, although recently I have been thinking about sex in copious amounts, and I don't need girls either (yes a contradiction of my last post, I'm aware)