Finally split up with flaky boyfriend. I know it's for the best but it still sucks. The good times were good.
Miss my family in home country.
One of my best friends has a serious disease and treatment isn't working so far.
My closest friend has been transferred to Dubai for her job. We used to hang out every weekend.
On a much pettier note, another good friend (who recently moved to Scotland) was in my city last weekend and I only found out because I happened to be with a mutual friend whom she'd called and arranged to see. The three of us ended up hanging out and it was nice to see her, but yeah, thought I might get a call.
Have terrible laryngitis and hate everyone.
I took the train into Nearby City this morning to meet friends for coffee. At 10am train was full of braying drunk men, which we're all evidently meant to tolerate fondly because football.