And once more it's late when I get home.
I'm tired. And over going out. Think I'm getting old.
And beside the point I've bought a diary for 2011, well, nothing and everything.
I'm stuck in my own head and a massive breakdown is reallyreally close.
Don't understand why I can't say no to things I shouldn't do.
Experimenting with oneself's emotions and mental well-being is not to be recommended.
Now I'm going to watch Amelie from Montmartre and drink a huge cup of mint-green tea.
And yes sometimes loneliness is better when one is not alone
