February 21st, 1990
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.