The ongoing monthly music journal.
It’s 3AM. My attic room is packed between suitcase or box and has the smell of cleaning products lingering. To an extent I feel like I failed- but then again, in the job I had I could never succeed. It wasn’t the work environment for my character. I feel cheated by London life, I never quite experienced it though work hours, the overwhelming blues it gave me and the constant train rides to and from Southampton Central to get my happiness fix from family and the plus one.
I’ll be back, London. This wasn’t our story.
A turbulent and emotional family issue to match and you have yourself a very eventful month. If only June didn’t mock us with this sweat and hay fever inducing heatwave, selfish bitch.