The night before

So I slept in for my train, not even a little bit. By well over an hour. I woke up about 12:20 and just went FUCK. Slept through 4 alarms and my Dad didn’t realise when I was meant to be leaving so didn’t wake me. FUCK. I got a birthday card today from my grandparents with a £40 cheque, now that’s just going to go to paying for sleeping in essentially. FUCK. I’m pretty mad that I managed to do this, but I should just breathe for a minute.

Last night I ended up on Skype with Emily in the late hours, and neither of us really wanted to hang up. She was really upset over a group of things going on where she’s living at uni and I wanted to do my best to at least try to cheer her up. I think I managed, apparently it isn’t just her that has the uncanny ability to make the other one smile. Which makes me really happy. She sang to me over Skype, her voice just melts me. I was just sitting here wishing I was there and missing her so much.

On my journey I’ll finish writing that letter that I’ve drafted so many times. I won’t be seeing her this weekend, but time and space are important I think. For both of us. I just miss her, even just seeing her. I vividly remember the way my hand feels on her waist, and the first time that I put it there. We were playing spin the bottle, I was oblivious to the fact that she had a crush on me and she actually pulled away (This was maybe the third or so time the bottle had landed on the two of us..). That makes a lot more sense now I guess.

But i’m rambling, I suppose that’s what I do.

I can’t afford to buy an overpriced last minute train ticket, but I can get a train, a tube and then a coach for not too much £30-£35. UGH. Which I don’t need to spend right now, but I already have the set time for a return ticket on Monday. I’m going to go enjoy my weekend just as I planned to.

Here’s a beautiful song, enjoy your weekends.



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