sparkle, sparkle

From coming back to London, I realised I would have rather paid the extra rent and stay in Southampton instead. A break-up you both didn't actually want is the worst thing ever. I'm struggling so much, even telling myself it was what was needed, and was the best thing to do makes no difference. Doesn't change the fact that if I could be with him I would in seconds, and that he feels the same too. Aha, I am so miserable. The good thing about this though, is that I can see who really does care and is willing to handle me in any way possible. I value these great relationships with people. I am lucky to have this support and care. But just for now I feel like continuing to be on my own, though I am trying to push myself to see and talk to people. Oh, just boo to life! Christmas and New Years are going to suck ass.