Sadness

I have now said goodbye to my lovely boyfriend, Aksel, who is going to Leeds for three years. After living together the entire summer being all alone in my apartment is really quite difficult. Come home Marthe!

I have this empty feeling inside, like I know I should be sad, and I am, but it has failed to register in my brain. Thus I sit here, doing nothing for long moments till I can't stand it anymore, and then getting up to do something, anything. I've just finished cleaning the kitchen, and now I'm sitting again. At least I didn't cry when he left, I want him to remember me smiling, not crying. (Aksel: I miss you already!)

Sympathy-beer would be good right now...