February 21, 1990

February 21st, 1990

At home

I hate the way it feels when there’s something hanging in the air between you and someone you love, which is exactly how it feels with mum at the moment. I have no doubt she’d like to throttle me for going out with Ben yesterday instead of going to Paris but she hasn’t said a word about it and in some ways, that makes it worse. It might be better to just have a big blow out and go on from there. Not that that’s what I want to happen, it really isn’t but it might at least clear the air.

It’s time I found a place of my own.


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