I want to curl up and cry. I want to scream and yell and throw things. I want to do everything and nothing and am mostly ending up sitting here, staring into space.
J’s mum passed away yesterday. Peacefully, in her sleep, at the grand age of 95. J&S have gone to be with family. Family don’t know about me so I’m stuck here on my own. Which is weird. And it’s Friday night which is the night we all do someting together, usually a meal and a film.
I’m feeling a little sorry for myself. Which is weird. I have no reason to be.
I feel horrible for J 😦 I wish I could be there for him.
I have a pounding headache and feel sick. I feel like I’ve forgotten to do something, but I don’t know what. I’m still not sleeping right. I also hate sleeping alone.
Woe is me.