Heading back to London in the dark, cold evening, knowing nothing is waiting for me when I return. I just feel empty all of a sudden, like ive blown it somehow but I don't know why, there's been nothing to suggest this. It's just my own stupid thoughts and worries, it's almost crippling. This is meant to be the pleasant, breezy bit, where you both take things slow and casual and allow for things to build up, not wish away and worry over. That's exactly what I'm doing, im spoiling it for myself. Why can't I let me past experiences go! Already things with Chris have been far more fun and yet I still panic that things will soon depleat. I over analyse, I continue to read into everything too much...why am I spoiling this for myself?
No comments:
Post a Comment