Oh my larks

This has been such a long morning. It's 6am and I'm coming down alone on a station because the people that are usually there to comedown with are being well boring. I keep crying, I was so lonely. Like proper lonely, the kind of lonely where you feel sorry for yourself and then you feel bad about feeling sorry for yourself and try to get it together. I miss my boyfriend, he's at home asleep. And I went to the only bakery I could find that was opened and I bought him a custard tart. And it only just occurred to me that he won't be able to eat it while its hot. Lame.

Speed on a Monday morning is not a habit I want to get into.

I want to sleep sooooo bad. I guess I'll just shower and watch father yes instead. Aw yeah summer Monday mornings