Its getting to the end of my holiday, I'm back to my digs tomorrow, back to work on Monday, and back into the Black Hole this morning.
Had a great day yesterday, met The Poet, then met up with LBJ and her bf. Had food, did art, drank beer... slept on the train home. All good stuff.
And this morning I feel like shit.
Inside I'm sobbing and howling. I feel nauseous, dizzy, and I want to run away and hide.
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