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I wonder if I'm losing my mind...there are real shades of that old London sickness resurfacing and it terrifies me. I don't want to cry in Tesco's for no reason ever again. Moods are so up and down it's outrageous.
And I find myself losing patience with B and being silly and hysterical, and then I'll just stop and look at him and let his big bear self hold me and I realise I love him with this simple certainty that at the end of the day won't take any shit from anyone.

Gotta go, got a thesis to write...