Before you wish me a “merry xmas”, read the title. It’s a shitty one.
I am in India. In a crap hotel. With music blaring from the hotel next door which is stopping me sleeping. I bored.
Because I’m bored, my mind is going in circles. All I can think of is how much I miss my ex-girlfriend and how much I wish we could get back together. And how much fun she’s probably having with her family and not giving a **** about me.
The only thing I’m grateful for is Hans, my travelling companion who’s done more than he knows in keeping my mind occupied at times.
I’m not homesick, but I wish I was at home simply so that I could go to someone’s house and be with people just so I wasn’t spiralling into the depths of depression once more.
I think it’s just because after Lou being abroad last year and me at home, I was so looking forward to xmas this year – our first together. For the first time in more years than I can remember I was actually looking forward to December. And then it was all taken from me when Lou dumped me, for reasons I still don’t understand.
So there you go. Merry ******* christmas, my arse. Worst one ever, frankly.