There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself.

I'm ok. I considered deleting the last two blogs, but I can't delete what happened or how I feel so what's the point in hiding it from people? I decided to cut someone from my life today. They weren't worth the bother really, and they were too immature for my liking anyway. I feel a sense of freedom now. I think I was holding on to the idea of liking someone who wasn't all that likable.

I'm really thankful that I have Bianca and Emily at the moment. I thought I was going to lose Bianca last night, and the thought literally destroyed any hope I had for my life. I honestly didn't want to keep living without her as my friend. I guess she's become everything to me. Through this, Emily was there. She told me it would be ok, and she was right. I think I would have done something stupid without her texting me, consoling me and reassuring me. Thank you Emily.

I guess I'm just going through a tough patch at the moment. It feels a bit like everything's falling apart, but I guess it's not. It didn't help today that my Dad got sacked. The business is closing because of the recession. He's staying surprisingly positive about the opportunities this will bring, but the whole situation worries me. If we don't need commercial removalists, we're not going to need video stores. I do not want to lose my job. The recession scares me. I wish Rudd would hurry up and give me some money - that'd cheer me up a bit.

Here's a little interesting side story for you. Today at work I was sexual harrassed. Not even subtly. This islander guy came in at 9:20am. I was working alone. He started chatting to me. His school shirt was draped over his massive shoulder. I wasn't frightened, but I'm pretty sure he wanted me to be. It was all fine to start with, talking about how he had a spare and was 18 because he'd had to repeat, and what it was like to work at Video Ezy. Then he started asking really personal questions. Like whether I'd had sex/given head. Whether I wore g-strings. What it was like to "have a dick through me." And more. I told him you can't just ask girls things like that, it's inappropriate. Then he asked if I'd go out with him. I laughed at him. He then told me I had a really nice ass and asked if he could squeeze it. I told him to leave. He said he was joking around, and what size are my boobs? I told him I was about to hit the emergency button (for the police). Finally, he left. It was awful. I felt physically ill afterwards, I had to go sit down. People are disgusting. How can anyone think that that behaviour is ok? I don't understand the human race at all. Oh he also asked if he could go out the back and have a wank. Charming.

Be thankful if you don't work in Woodridge people. Really, really thankful.

P.S. Emily and Bianca, I fucking love you guys. <-- first time I've sworn all blog. *proud face*