So far, UK has been pretty wow. Well, the country has been pretty 'eh'. It has its moments. My life here has been pretty awesome though. I've made really awesome friends and everything.
The reason I'm here right now is obviously one of little positivity. I rarely feel the need to pen my happiness down because I tend to express it freely and openly. On the other hand, my sadness, when too overwhelming, tends to engulf me to the point that I feel like I need to let it out somewhere or stew in my depression for a while.
And so, in case it isn't as yet obvious for those reading this, I am completely and utterly depressed. I feel like the shit that the shit shits out and had been rolled over with a steam roller and then smashed with a jackhammer.
I feel like the smallest person in the world. An idiot that I've only read about in books and movies and have always scoffed at for being idiots. And right now, I'm the moron. The stupid fool that gave the most precious thing to someone who obviously didn't appreciate it as much as she thought he would.
I feel like I was blinded too much by the dazzle and zazzle and stars and failed to see reason. And now it's too late.
And it doesn't help that I think I'm PMSing now.
FUCK THIS.
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