Dear Kitty,
I've been cross recently, and exhausted, and just generally miserable. Etienne hasn't been behaving well - I've no idea what the matter is, but he's whiny and won't stop shouting, and has decided that he won't do anything that anyone says. Xavier has been alright, Regis is being a twat most of the time and nice some of the time, like today, when we just talked for half an hour and listened to French 60s music. Guillaume is the same as ever, and I'm glad of that.
MP came in the other day just after Etienne and I got back from school, looked at me, and said 'I've just realised - you've got less than two months here!' I hadn't realised either. I've spent most of the last year just counting the weeks until I could leave, and then, after we went skiing, I stopped and just enjoyed myself. And now there's only seven weeks left. Seven services, seven weekends, seven Wednesdays...
I'm going to miss Paris. I really am. I like it here. I like my flat, I like being free, I like being in charge of myself and doing what I like. Of course, I'm looking forward to uni as well, but the thought of leaving here really makes me sad.
Ugh. There is stuff in my head that I want to talk to someone about, but I don't know how. Damn stuff. Go away.
Yours,
Chessie
I've been cross recently, and exhausted, and just generally miserable. Etienne hasn't been behaving well - I've no idea what the matter is, but he's whiny and won't stop shouting, and has decided that he won't do anything that anyone says. Xavier has been alright, Regis is being a twat most of the time and nice some of the time, like today, when we just talked for half an hour and listened to French 60s music. Guillaume is the same as ever, and I'm glad of that.
MP came in the other day just after Etienne and I got back from school, looked at me, and said 'I've just realised - you've got less than two months here!' I hadn't realised either. I've spent most of the last year just counting the weeks until I could leave, and then, after we went skiing, I stopped and just enjoyed myself. And now there's only seven weeks left. Seven services, seven weekends, seven Wednesdays...
I'm going to miss Paris. I really am. I like it here. I like my flat, I like being free, I like being in charge of myself and doing what I like. Of course, I'm looking forward to uni as well, but the thought of leaving here really makes me sad.
Ugh. There is stuff in my head that I want to talk to someone about, but I don't know how. Damn stuff. Go away.
Yours,
Chessie
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