Week10 of uni, Tuesday.
My usual morning routine's to wake up 7ish (insomnia) and have a super hearty breakfast.
Today, had the worse nightmare in my life, woke up and burst into tears.
I don't blame the nightmare, I don't blame this distance, I blame you and I for changing.
Way too much, too much.
Time to pick up and move on baby girl because you deserve way better than this.
So do you, (i'm also just saying this to make this impartial.)
But no, I don't think you deserve better.