There's only one word I can adequately use at the moment to describe my life, and that is lonely. I am so incredibly lonely (violins please). Picture the scene: it's Wednesday and I wake up and wonder what to do with my day. I watch 12 episodes of Pretty Little Liars (epic by the way) and then I meet my one friend (whose actually around) for a drink where all I basically talk about is my lost love and the resulting loneliness. Then it's Thursday. I don't even bother getting out of bed. After eventually getting up I spend the afternoon shopping... by myself. I then see my parents. A bit of face to face contact... good... but let's face it, an evening of only allowing my mature side to show while, you've guessed it, moaning about how lonely I am. Friday. Another 12 episodes of Pretty Little Liars, followed by Death in Paradise, followed by Russell Howard's Good News, followed by World's Strictest Parents (getting desperate now), followed by... well you get the picture. All of this while eating the entire contents of my kitchen cupboard. Oh and I entertained myself with an outing to Asda. I didn't know whether to be annoyed at the woman asking me if Quorn meatballs taste nice or whether to be pleased someone was actually talking to me not through a computer screen. Saturday. By this point I'm not even sure what day it is anymore. Watched more TV, played Tetris for about 3 hours, resorted to writing my essay. And guess what I've got planned for tomorrow... nothing.
I am bored. I am lonely. I am fed up of this term. And I am sick to my stomach everyday because my 'special someone' is a million miles away, watching TV, eating dinner and drinking wine with someone else. I am officially a completely pathetic case.