385 days…
The nights are getting longer.
I *hope* that it will start cooling down here … it may only be 31 degrees here today but the 78% humidity is tiring everyone out.
I just realised that my birthday is next week.
I just don’t want it at all.
I’m not interested in it.
I don’t want cake.
I don’t want presents.
I just wish it would slip by un-noticed.
But I know Mum and the kids won’t let that happen.
I think I may be feeling so down because a) Mum is away until Saturday and b) GC is still here (although we have only talked about the mundane to save on arguments).
I want my old life back.
I want *our* old life back.
…and I just can’t make that happen.
I miss you.
I love you.
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