Tommorow I go home for the holidays. Normally I look forward to it but this time I’m not. Why? Read my first entry for details.
I don’t know how many of you have heard of a band called Runrig, but they recorded a song called Going Home. At times like this it runs through my mind and will not let anything else in. Possibly because in my case it’s true.
I dunno. Why does life have to be like this?
Soon I will be drinking Tennants again.
I am going out for a friends birthday.
So why am I worried that her ex is going to show up and try and ruin things?
Why am I worried that, screwed up as I am, I will try to make a move for my friend and ruin a perfectly good friendship?
This is not getting easier.
‘Something tells me that I’m going home.’
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