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Slept well again. Pretty chuffed about that.

Most mornings I buy food for work. It’s not that I can’t do weekly shopping; it’s that there’s a supermarket on the way to work that’s easy to get in and out of.

Every morning I’ll buy a mandarin or orange, cookies, a carrot for snacking and a banana for my breakfast.

When plums are in season, I’ll buy between five and eight. They’re my favourite fruit.

Also lemon and ginger tea when I run out as I quite like the taste.

This morning, the person ahead of me in the checkout left their trolley sitting in front of me. They stared at me for a moment, then walked off once they were no longer being served. Why do that? Are you so lazy you can’t be bothered to take your now empty trolley to where the rest are, twenty to thirty metres away?

Seriously, why?

I put it back and continued on my journey to work.

When I reached my bus stop, I realised I was wearing a Red Eye Records shirt near the store of the same name. Pity it is closed at this hour.

Red Eye Records is by far my favourite music store. I’ve been going there for at least ten years now. A few of the staff know who I am and we usually have a small chat when I’m there. It’s a great place.

Pardon the plug. It was unintentional.

Currently silence from my ex.
It doesn’t bother me too much.
I’m pretty happy at the moment.
I’m happier when I talk to her though.

Although I’ve said that I want to tell her how I feel but won’t and that I want to show her instead that I’m worth it, I’m not sure if I should. I don’t want to jeopardise conversing with her in any capacity.

I know that seems stupid, but I really don’t want to lose what little is there.

My major problem is if she asked, I doubt I’d be able to lie. I would most likely tell her everything about how I feel and what I think.

Well, only one way to end this.

Dear diary…