Saturday, February 7
Sunday, February 1
After hours and hours on end of being in the presence of others, being alone suddenly feels rather strange. It's probably this single moment within the whole week that I'm by myself. There's a void somewhere, and I feel like I'm trying to fill this space artificially by finding something to do. I can tell the week ahead is going to be tough, so I'm just looking forward to being able to breathe at the end...
Quiet now.
Quiet now.
