Today was fine, I guess. Shopping was good, though there was pretty much nothing nice in the shops. They're always pretty poor this time of year. But going to London was okay, I managed it.
Basically London was our city, it was our place to go and shop and hang out and meet up. It was my place to see him and I hadn't been back since. It felt weird and I felt clingy to the place almost, but I was okay, until my friends made me go to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. We were supposed to go there for our anniversary and I hated every minute that I was there. I felt like I was surrounded by couples, listening to Michael Buble. Literally wanted to crawl under the wooden roofs of the stupid Bavarian Christmas shacks and cry.
Why am I still like this?
Basically London was our city, it was our place to go and shop and hang out and meet up. It was my place to see him and I hadn't been back since. It felt weird and I felt clingy to the place almost, but I was okay, until my friends made me go to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. We were supposed to go there for our anniversary and I hated every minute that I was there. I felt like I was surrounded by couples, listening to Michael Buble. Literally wanted to crawl under the wooden roofs of the stupid Bavarian Christmas shacks and cry.
Why am I still like this?
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