ROANNE.
I've moved on.
Honestly, I have. I'm over it. Grayson and I had something beautiful. I thought it was
forever. He knew it wasn’t. And now it can’t be. I used the whole week of packing to
come to terms with everything. And sure, I don’t think I could ever stop loving him, but
at least it isn’t eating me away. I'm happy, comfortable. I'm okay.
And also very bored.
It's been a week since we got to London. I hardly leave my room. There's a TV here and
it's pretty sufficient. My food gets brought to my room, and I think they all somehow
think I’m not okay, so no one really bothers me. It’s like a self vacation. Cassie’s started
work. She comes to check up on me everyday before she leaves. I doubt she even has a
work permit. We got visitor visas for now. She doesn’t know, but
