Well I'll say it again.
I quite like Lincoln with Adam here.
Now that Adam's gone back in Belfast, I hate it to the core.
I hate the eerily quite evening in the flat. I hate the sound of cars passing through the main road near the hospital. I hate the orange light in my room. I hate the shared kitchen. I hate the loneliness that creeps up whenever wherever.
I hate it that Adam is not here on the swinging chair with his eyes glued on the laptop watching World Cup. I hate it. I hate it to the core. I hate that I can't hear his voice pestering me trying to get my attention for little things. I hate that I won't get a bear hug for at least another five weeks. I hate that I have to sleep alone at night and wake up to a cold empty bed. I hate it. I hate it so much that I want to scream at everything.
They said it gets easier with time.
It's never easy. It's never meant to be easy.