December 6th, 1990
At home, England
I feel like I’ve been living on two planets; one where I’m happy and in love with a beautiful Californian, the other, a place where I live alone and where it rains a lot.
The reality of over, done and dusted, finished, terminated and all other words relating to the fact I lost my gorgeous boyfriend, is, to put it mildly, absolute shit.
I can’t believe the year is ending with no David in it.
Roll on 1991.