In a span of 2 days, I'm all alone in my flat. And that's 2 long drives to the airport.
The flat is empty and I find myself a little lost and lonely. Plus, I haven't been in the best mood since last week due to some problems. I feel constantly plagued by my paranoia. I don't like not knowing what's going on. It throws my little world off balance and I can't help but think the very worst. I have confided in J but being my problem, there is absolutely nothing he can do to help. And he has left for work.
Absolutely miserable. =(