Also, my standard of uni work has seriously deterioriated. I read an essay from last year and i felt so much envy for my former self. I wanted to downgrade this eyar so I could have fun. But I don't feel like I'm having fun, I just feel mediocre.

Days are becoming impossibly short. Like, blink and you'll miss it.

I am losing the ability to keep up appearances to the extent necessary to prevent those around me from thinking I am insane.

Went to Fyfe's house yesterday, in Newtown, to watch Daniel Deronda Part 1. It was a warm, cosy homely flat with a pie in the oven. I didn't want to leave, but it was time to go.

I was thinking in the park that I haven't contacted the recent ex like I said I would. I feel bad, but it's too late now, I suppose. I just can't do it.