It feel so wrong leaving this apartment, and going to London knowing i’m without you.
The past couple of days. I’ve felt so much better. Happy. Busy. Doing things I love:
Friends, Reel Big Fish, Six Flags tomorrow
I think it still fucking rips my heart in two to think of you fucking girls in madrid. but i have to focus on not thinking about that. Because it will happen. And I guess I know deep down that we’re not coming back from that. As much as I would like to try again after the summer.
I don’t know how London will change me. But I hope its for the better. All I know is that I don’t want to be thrown into that dark place where I was while we were together. I think we could have changed it by fixing what we thought was wrong. But I guess you were right. There wasn’t enough time. I have to accept that…