The Next Day
My trainers hit the ground rhythmically; 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 as I run trying to get the weight of all the dramas of life off of my shoulders and out of my head. Yesterdays argument with Naomi and Liam just keeps replaying in my head, I know I promised her I would try to be nice and get on with Liam, but I failed. And now, I don't know if she will forgive me or if Liam has been brainwashing her to hate me. That has been what I was thinking for most of the day, so I decided to go for a run and try to stop thinking about the subject.
But as usual, it's raining. I don't mind, I love the rain but rain is associated with sadness, which then brings me back to the sadness I feel about Naomi, my sadness that she's far away, my sadness that she's found someone who is more important to he
