London 25 10 2023

These are the only words Topo said this morning. I had a bad sleep and tossed and turned with a headache, but he was the one who woke up moody and cold.

I spent the day trying to recover, crocheted a flower hanger with macrame for his birthday, and booked a cottage in Oxfordshire for the weekend. 

I was also wondering what I did wrong, but tried to disperse this thought as it seems to be my old pattern of trying to please everyone. 

A bit tired of everything, fatigued, over it. My heart beats against the wall in my chest. It’s 6:20pm, dark already.