Where I really want to be is somewhere other than here. Maybe Mexico. Or a little south of Mexico. Or a little further to the right south of Mexico. Yah maybe that's about right now.

He said he's leaving for a holiday over the weekend. Needless to say, with her. I didn't ask where. All I said was, have a safe trip, enjoy and take care. I can be so damn fake.

The partying on Friday helped a little. Although at the moment when I read his sms and immediately after I'd replied, I really felt like just shouting at the top of my lungs. Which I did. In the karaoke room. I need distractions 24/7.

I want to go on a holiday too.