They say you should start as you mean to go on. Well, I started the New Year freezing cold in Charing Cross underground tube station, with nowhere to go for 5 hours. Not quite the new start I wanted. Hopefully I don’t mean to go on like this! I wouldn’t want to end up homeless. I’m also covered in cuts and bruises as I fell down the stairs like a numpty.
Last year I spent the new year on my own in bed. It was a much much better idea.
L and I split up after Christmas. We both think it’s for the best, but doesn’t make it easy. I was always grumpy with him which isn’t very nice. It’s also sad that I won’t get to see his friends again either as they’re really lovely too.
Now though, I’m like a complete shell. All I’ve done is cry, which really isn’t very productive! I wasn’t happy in myself, which really needs sorting out. Surrounded by people yet still feeling completely alone.
I’m always the one looking after everybody else, but then who looks after me? Me. I forget that though as I’m so busy.
Another year, another load of mistakes. Lets try this again shall we?
Happy New Year!