WTF.

Andrew came over yesterday. I thought it would be a hard day, now that I've come to terms with some of the reasons as to why I'm so miserable, but it wasn't at all. That bliss-filled person returns whenever he does and I realise very easily that I'm a big mother-fucking-fool to discredit the man that I love for his absence.

We had a horrible breakfast at Nanny's. It was full of pancake powder and spilt coffee. We meandered in and out of moments of sleep and moments of sex in my tiny bed and then randomly took my friend Rachel to dinner.
It was weird, the dinner. Not because it was with Rachel, but because she thought that we were such a good couple. My sister tells me all the time how perfect we are for eachother, but I never think anything of it. I don't think we're perfect for eachother, I think we're two responsible people who somehow manage to function properly together. Actually, that's the perfect description of Andrew and I.

I feel so strange now. I don't know what I have with Andrew or if it's supposed to last. It just feels so dead, so silly, so vague.

Worst feeling ever.