i'm starting to get worried. i hardly have any fingernails left to chew. gross, but yeah. it's true. i hate feeling anxious. you can push something to the back of your mind and be fine, yet it always manages to push it's way to the front of your head and put you off your goats cheese and caramelised onion pizza.
i need to put my business plan into action pronto. first i need an investor which isn't likely to happen for a long time. i decided against getting my dad involved, it would end in tears.
on a brighter note the house feels very calm. it's 24 days now until we move to the new house and i am in desperate need of a new job. everything is happening so quickly.
i'm glad i have my amazing friends, family and boyfriend to lean on when i need them.