Coming From Afar

Ok, I am going to try and write this without vomiting. I think the stress is starting to seriously fuck with me now, I haven't been able to eat all week, I haven't been sleeping (instead I find myself spending hours uploading pictures on Facebook, it sooths me somehow), and now just feel sick, and I still have six weeks to go! I had today off, it's some sort of holiday, yet went into work from nine until four. I worked on my skull decorations and a bunch of chocolate decoration crap. I had to sit and talk with one of my boss' about all the stuff I have to prep for the Bake-Off. I am so over people trying to stress me out. I hate being nagged and pushed and made to worry about shit that I don't need to be worrying about. After I left I went for a walk to just get away from all the chocolate and marzipan that is rotting my mind. I love to walk, I love to listen to music and walk and just move. Somehow moving always makes me feel less like I am just floating in the abyss. That probably doesn't make sense to anyone else but me, but I am trying so hard to find away to get through this and still have nothing. I try to relax and breath but I am way more inclined to start screaming and throwing things at my co-workers. Oh, how sweet that would be.

It's seven o'clock and I am calling it a night. I promise that there will be a day, hopefully in less then two months time, that I stop bitching about all of this and have something interesting to actually write about.

This is not proof-read, not to say that the others are, but I just get a feeling this is worse then normal.