I think I may have actually died.

There is nothing to say - the past few weeks I have photographed a thousand weddings smiling on the outside, numb on the inside, crying at the back of the church each time. Also I was in charge of the shop for 3 weeks whilst Kate was in India, during my reign as head shop girl monarch type person we were robbed, I realised I hated one of my work colleagues so much that I could actually kill her, one half of the shop collapsed because of paranormal activities (we have a shop ghost who really really doesn't like me in particular)and I accidentily signed away a lot of my bosses' money to someone is a fit of stress and unclarity. Then bizarrely, I got head hunted by some posh furniture sellers but seeing as I am trying to get out of retail and away from rich people trying to haggle me down on the price of a cheap Indian sideboard they could afford ten times over every fecking day of my life, I wasn't tempted. All in all - it hasn't been a great few weeks and I realise that I have also lost contact with everyone I once loved, or at least they've lost contact with me, I can't tell which it is. I don't know if there is anything left to talk about really.

I think I may have actually died.