So wonley

Today it hit me. I had my fourth goodbye in three weeks and today’s was the probably the hardest. The goodbye in itself wasn’t the saddest part, probably because we made it quick and then I went and bought a load of crap at Primark immediately after. Instead, my delayed reaction happened on the tube two hours later somewhere in between Charing Cross and Embankment. Ah, public eye welling. It totally goes against my otherwise icy demeanour. Plus, you look like a loser with a defunct tear duct. Actually, I probably looked more like a loser/mentally unstable person that time I started laughing for no reason on the tube. Hmm, there’s always something worse. I think that saying is supposed to be ‘someone worse off’ and not supposed to be about yourself.

Awwwww, saying goodbye sucks arse. Ok, I know that no one likes saying goodbye. Unless you’re tonguing George Clooney goodbye and then immediately saying hi to Jake Gyllenhaal (please insert whoever necessary to build an appropriate mental picture), I highly doubt there is anyone who embraces the goodbye – wow, that’s so obvious, I’m actually a greeting card. Anyway, I guess the reason why I’m feeling all wallow like is because my world feels unbalanced and now I feel the true depth of London’s transient nature.