Brighton is officially good for your health. C is the one person in the world I feel I can tell everything to, and probably knows me better than anyone on earth. We've known each other so long that she's seen me at my very best and worst moments. I miss her terribly, although she's only really down the road. It's also nice to talk to someone outside the indie coccoon. I have some amazing friends here, but I always feel like I don't let it all out.
In fact, I was reluctant to come back to London, and as the train came closer to it, the feeling of dread started returning. For the hours I was in Brighton, I was safe and happy. That's not to say I would want to leave London - we all need a refuge, and Brighton is one of mine. I just came back knowing that I have to sort my head out and I have to do it now. It scares the bejesus out of me.
DJed at How Does It Feel last night. It was an amazing night, but I just felt like I was on a different planet to everyone else, and it upset me that I couldn't force myself to enjoy it as much as I should have. I don't think endless gins on an empty stomach helped though, nor the lack of sleep. I couldn't coordinate myself to dance properly, couldn't hold a conversation, and probably looked massively awkward too. Oh and someone told me something I really didn't wanna know.
I'll be back to normal tomorrow, I promise.
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