People pay me attention when I'm most vulnerable.
I'm not well. at all. I'm ill from exhaustion and stress.
Saying goodbye hit me so hard. I wanted to collapse. I have a terrible feeling I wont see him again. Out of all the people I fall for, he was the only one who fit me perfectly. He did the cute shy-phase, which i am famous for. He was the one to move in on me. He was the one who I could hold well. We fit. Apart from the obvious reasons:
i)He lives in another country
ii)I struggle speaking that language, a lot
iii)His partner fancies me too
iv)his partner has possibly got some serious health issues
v)his partner made me ill
All I want to do is hug him, smell him (as odd as that may sound) touch him, kiss him... It's unbarable.
I'm so tired. My brother called me pathetic. He doesn't know.
Camp was great however. Nice Spense is like a french exchange brother of mine. Young and funny. Finlay, My ex's younger brother is like a scout brother. We got on well. I took care of his accident proneness. I hope we both get onto the Sweden Jamboree.
Facebook has been banned for 3 months. Chance to concentrate on school work and to avoid the arguments with the partner, the bitch who i trusted, and many more. I am to be more responsible about what I post online becaue of future emplyers. Avoid the sexual-joking talk and the urban-dictionary that started this all off.
Harriet, I love you.
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