Sometimes when I come here I feel very very alone. As if I have no one to talk to. Everyone I had who ‘spoke’ to me is in the old place and I really can’t go there anymore. I can, but it feels like talking to an old friend about new things they no longer understand. I have a sudden urge to text someone from back home or call someone new – I feel very aware of my loneliness. Anyway..
I have a drama playing in the background. I’ve almost graduated (apart from a HUGE project that is eating my soul) and I’m off to see my parents tomorrow. That’s the good stuff. The bad stuff?
I’m 68 kgs and I’m genuinely depressed over it. I don’t want to eat, and I won’t today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after. We can decide what to do about Saturday when we get to it.