I'm back here again, and I don't want to shout and wail anymore. I just want to be busy, productive, happy. It scares me to realise I've stopped wanting anything for me but for him to want me, but it's a new year coming up and all that, I know I want this change, because I know how much more I can be.
I had a great, great christmas, I had this epiphany where he said to me I have to remember my own life and I didn't take it like rejection. I'm off to Limoges on the 2nd of January, back to work on the 14th, our year anniversary (already!?!) on the 1st of February, I turn TWENTY THREE on the 13th, and life life life is speeding up and I cannot stay in this same place.