Well I’ve found a new place to dwell. Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street
I'm feeling really down. Subterranean, can barely crawl out of bed, down down. At lunch I walked past the Norwegian Constitution Day celebrations and stopped to talk to Papa Wolf. As I walked away I started crying. I didn't want to drink, I am so tired, I am so unhappy.
I grabbed a kebab and headed back to work but managed to get sauce on my shirt. Great, then I run into the guy from my summer uni project who I suspected had a crush on me. Yep perfect timing.
I guess I'm just overwhelmed by my life. I'm also trying really hard to not like any guys right now...