Crippled!

I guess I'm saving up the shoes' money for my future £5 meal. No shopping for shoes.

I hate biting nails, and once I start it, its going to look ugly. Now I'm bandaging my index finger, so I can stop chewing on it.

I don't know what the hell went wrong with my feet. Itch, peeling, blisters, bubbles... All the worst things you can get, I've them. I'm kicking my stubbornness, still thinking when I should take them to the doctor... I'm crippled.

The most dangerous creature in my office now is the person I reckon its the safest to work with... I can't trust anyone except myself here. I like no one except myself here. Somehow I'm not at all enjoying the job, I'm yearning to leave for london...