Everything happened at around 9.10pm.
It’s 01.52am and I’m still awake trying to understand what what went wrong. I’ve drunk wine, I’ve watched friends, I’ve had tea and biscuits, I’ve cried, I’ve tried to get my mind off of it, I’ve cried some more…
Normally when things like this happen I’m a wreck. I cry so loudly my brother used to text me asking if I was okay. I couldn’t breathe. My body and my heart would ache to the point where you wonder if it would ever stop. You’d feel that feeling run all through your body… All the way down to your toes.
I just feel a bit numb tonight though.
I’m left thinking is this it? The end of us? We spoke so maturely about this the other day that I don’t believe we’ve had a blazing row.
However… Things like this never really hit me straight away. It always takes a few days for me to realise the full extent of the situation and how it effects my future.
I’m just really tired now. My eyes hurt and I want to sleep.
I hate listening to Katy Perry now as it just reminds me of Egypt.