'A question of space, a matter of time'

Last week. Here I start my last week. With city and colour in my ears and fear brewing in my insides. I wish I could be more ballsy about these things, and believe everyone else when they say that I'm doing the right thing. 

In the 'last week' spirit, I decided to write a stupid note to this handsome, mysterious guy I see who walks the same way as me. I don't think he reads the paper, but ah well, if he does I'll never see him again so why not? I've not seen him yet though so maybe he wasn't meant to know! 

I wonder what today will bring. Things feel different knowing that this will be the last Monday, but I'm worried about what's going to happen next. I really don't know I I'll be able to find something  else, and I'm worried this is the beginning of the end. I'm going to try so hard, but it's tough to see ahead.