Cry

Sundays are a sad day for travelling. Everyone wonders about the platforms all looking purposeless, inbetween destinations, almost not wanting the trains to arrive at platforms to take them wherever home may be.

I feel sad to be venturing back to London. I feel helpless. I feel as though I'm in a place I don't want to be, everyone's worried about me, and I've no idea how to get out. I just want to cry.