I feel...okay.

I feel good, really.

I'm sitting in the airport again, ready to head to England, to visit my cousin Miriam.

It should be a good time.

After I wrote that last entry I went and had a beer to help me sleep, and halfway through drinking it I realized:

"Fuckit. Fuck him. Fuck it all."

And then I felt better.

And I didn't talk to him for four days and was okay with it.

I feel like we've broken up, though it's not 'official'.

And I feel...okay. Light. Easy. A little sad. But okay.

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~Rosie.

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