Chapter 34

• The day has now lost all cosiness. It is grey, empty, and Sunday-like. I do not want to go home, but I do not have any other options. Lonely Single Girl Syndrome has never seemed so real.
• I begin walking because standing still makes me cold. Wanker, I am thinking with each step. Wanker, wanker, wanker. I know he only reacted that way because he is a control freak, but he tried and succeeded in hurting my feelings.
• I return down Regent's Park, which is far less enjoyable now that I am alone. Everyone else is out walking with their friends, partners, and babies. I think fretfully that even a dog would be good company right now. I am just not having a good time. My earlier happy peace has vanished.