Home Alone

Home alone for a week. You eat breakfast for dinner because you can. You sob while re-watching 27 Dresses. You're on auto-pilot when you have to get up for work. You drink vanilla coke and Johnny Walker and try to do anything, absolutely anything, to distract yourself from thinking of him. You will be fine, you just need some time. In exactly 27 days you will be on a plane to Bali, going to learn how to dive. Everything will be just fine.


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