Back to my house, except it's a lot colder now. Feels emptier this time. Perhaps because right now I have no desire to be a part of this place.
Flick the switch to restart the same routine, and slowly but surely become a part of it.. soon it won't hurt so bad.
For what reason did I keep feeling so awful about leaving? It's never felt this earth shattering heart breaking before. I've left myself behind and come here in body alone.
Cold morning. The kind that urges you to put on something warm while you potter about in the house. My feet feel a bit cold, not enough to don socks though, but still.
I have gained three Kgs in the time that I was home. How does one gain so much weight in a matter of ten days? I know exactly how. Freely imbibing sugary drinks and eating chocolates by the kilo has done this to me. Hardly any work out and eating throughout the day does fattening things to you.
Let's see how quick I can get rid of the poundage. Perhaps I'll update it here.
Staring at unpacked luggage is doing wonders to my depression.
Unpacking, grocery/vegetable shopping, getting on with the day.
I'll leave cleaning for tomorrow.
I so want to go back to my parents' home. Where I'd wake up early and rush downstairs and into the garden to play with the dog.
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