I’ve been feeling a little better the last few days, but sometimes I start thinking too much or something will remind me of it all and it’ll hit me harder than usual. Tonight is one of those times and I’m sad and lonely and just waiting for it to pass.
Oh my god everything hurts and I feel nothing at the same time. I dropped Charles off at the airport yesterday and I’m lying in my hotel bed alone and every tiny thing reminds me of him. I don’t know when we’ll see each other again. I am like a zombie. So much shit has happened this last week, and he and his coming to visit and being with me have been the only reasons why I’m sort of okay, and now he’s gone. I don’t even know what to do.
Fuck. This is my last week here in Norwich. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to pack, I don’t want to sort out my Europe tour and I don’t want to say goodbye to him.
Kissing is without a doubt one of my favourite things to do in the whole world ever.