Weirdly, despite five hours of sleep ended by waking from nightmares in a panic at 6 AM, I now feel absolutely fine. Other people can make their own mistakes, I'm not that worried about mine. Gal I love has gone away, apparently thinks badly of me, that's a drag, but as long as she's OK, I'm basically OK. It's hard for me to keep clear and focused on what's important when feeling very badly hurt, I'm slowly getting better at it. Nice just to love somebody this much, has been a new sort of experience for me, taking a while to get the hang of it in changed circumstances.

Need to find things I like to do again.