I hang my coat up in the first bar

I did it. I went to the scene: Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. My efforts to quit solitude have been futile. In eight days I will come back to Spain for Christmas. I have to face that fact. I just have to survive alone one week. But going back to Spain is challenging. I will see friends I haven’t seen in months. And I am not the same, will they notice?

I feel ridiculous. I am 19 years old and I am alone in a gay pub. Anyway, it’s better to meet people. But it’s ridiculous.

Too old. Too trendy. Doesn’t look at me. Not my type. It’s just difficult

On January I will come back to Glasgow, and I will start again. Knowing what I know. Knowing what I know is just disheartening. What can I do?

Unless a miracle occurs, these eight days are going to be simply negligible.

By the way, I went to Delmonicas and Polo Lounge.

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