I'm like a school girl . . .

. . . after a bad breakup. You know, when you and that guy who was meant to be forever, your first love, decide to call it quits. You spend hours locked in your room listening to love songs, sobbing, reading his letters, how he signed your yearbook, looking at pictures. This is me today. A complete leaving London pity parade. London music on, packing boxes, going through pictures and memorobilia, crying....boys hidden away downstairs in front of a movie. Gotta get it out, I guess. Tomorrow I'll find my big girl pants but for today I'm just sad.