So there was no reason for me to be so nervous about the photoshoot, it went as perfectly as I ever could've hoped for and the photographer was lovely. Such a sweet person. And even though I felt like I nearly froze to death (my idea to waltz around in skimpy dresses mid-winter) it seemed like an absolutely wonderful photoshoot and there were some beautiful pictures taken.
Not only nice but he had a real 50s plate camera so I really got myself filmed!
I don't know why I feel so insecure all the time, I have no reason to really. I should just be happy of the person I am, and just go with the flow. It's worked for me thus far, why wouldn't it work from now on out? It's so stupid how the human mind creates these horror scenarios without actual cause for any of them. It's ridiculous like I said before.
Now I'm just sitting here, trying my hardest to get warm again and then I'm going to spend the rest of the day making more cabochons and maybe playing some Sims. Just a lovely relaxing day of rest. I love these kinds of days when I really don't have to do anything, I can just be and enjoy myself and life in general. Contemplate on the finer things in life!
I just haven't gotten used to having short hair yet, I keep getting a cold neck and wanting to open my bun and realising I don't have my hair in a bun, I've cut them. I think they look good on most days, maybe make me look a bit more boyish than I like, but nevertheless on a grand scale I quite like them. Just a matter of getting used to not having longer hair. Kind of like when you don't have a wristwatch and you keep checking the time off of an empty wrist. It's so frustrating, but it's not somehow terrible, it's just a matter of getting used to it.
I might have a photoshoot today, might. A photographer should come round and look at our sheds and woods and see if he'd like to have a photoshoot there, but I don't know if he's only coming to check things out, or if he's prepared to have the photoshoot right then and there. I'm a bit nervous.
Especially since my dad doesn't like the idea one single bit, he's absolutely refused the house and garden to be in photos, so it'll only be sheds and woods for us, which is perfectly fine for me, as I was thinking of those anyways, but I wish he was in a better mood of the whole thing. I think he needs to eat first too...
Anyway the photographer is coming at noon, so we still have plenty of time to get used to the idea. I hope it all goes well.
I'm a lot nervous actually. I'm kinda afraid he'll want to photograph some of the house and I'll have to deny him from that and I'll get a bad reputation as a model, which is ridiculous loss of self-confidence at this point, but hey, that's me. I have no self-confidence no matter what I sound like or seem like here or in real life. I always have this voice of absolute and incessent insecurity rambling idiotic thoughts in my head.
I've packed a bunch of clothes and make up ready in a bag in a room where my dad doesn't have to meet the guy and Billie can't get in there, so it'll be easier to work around the whole "seeing the house" bit. God I'm so nervous.
My sleep has been a bit of an issue here as well. I'm still not sleeping very well and I take a lot of medicine to try and make me sleep. It's ridiculous. I've already years ago tried everything medical and non-medical and now they're just redoing all the medical stuff, just with bigger doses. I take like five different meds to help me sleep and that's not counting diazepam which I need when I get really anxious. And I do still get anxiety breakdowns, it's even more ridiculous. Nothing in my life is worth getting anxious about and still I can't shake the feeling of insecurity and fear, plain fear running through my body. And then I start hyperventilating. Thankfully I haven't had a full blown panic attack in quite some time now, I'm really happy about that.
