I had a bit of unexpected girl talk today. I don’t do girl talk. But what was a relief was that no advice, or so-called valuable insight was offered. Just a listening ear… and much vodka and gin.
I’m very unsure of what to write today. I don’t feel inspired, or strong, or sad. And I’m not numb either. I want to give up on blogging about this, but for once let me see something through to the end.
I have faith, impossible faith in one man. And whilst I lie to myself that all will be okay, I don’t know if I can convince myself in time, if things don’t work out. Just over 5 weeks to go to accomplish that.
My thoughts range from seduction to anger to hurt to nostalgia. Very incoherent. All I know is that everyday I’m surprised I’ve gotten through it all. I sound dramatic. I feel dramatic.
Rather let me sleep…