My boyfriend, who I've mentioned many times before, is going to university in London this year. This means that we're breaking up. Well, not immediately.. I think, last night, the general consensus was that it'll be when I'm finished my FMP at college as I'm shit and can't cope with a break up and a final major project at the same time. Er. This sucks, majorly.
I'm not writing this for attention seeking purposes, I'm just trying to find different ways to cope with it and i think writing about it will help, however, right now I'm not going to go into details or write more about it than this because I know Tom'll read this and I don't really want to make things worse.
I think I'm going to get rid of the romantic side of my life, haha, because it's too hard and scary and painful (mope mope mope). I'll just do something good with my life like become a superhero or own a cattery. Speaking of cats, I get Douglas (full name: Lord Douglas von Cattington of Purrvale) soon. Not really sure when because I'm still in bed, avoiding social contact with my mum after she sat up until about half four this morning waiting for me to get in, only to have me cry all over her, and I'm still slightly drunk which makes me more scared to encounter another human being as I'll be completely useless.
Honestly, I've lost all social skills. Ada's trying to talk to me about her own romantic interests on MSN and I'm being so shite. I apologise, Adelaide, but everything that involves effort from me is now a lost cause. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Oh, the BBQ yesterday wasn't as good as we planned. It was FREEZING and not many people ended up coming. That said, it was pretty alright, and I enjoyed hiding from the wind by huddling behind the bull statue and trying to get more drunk so we wouldn't feel temperature.
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