I had a nice few days. My cramps weren't too bad so I just got to cuddle him and watch movies. And eat. Eating in utter relief. Now I have two days of work ahead of me and then the panic of starting a new school. I hate meeting new people, I'm so annoyingly shy. So I cover it up by being cutting and sarcastic. I wish my hangover would go away, I'm sick of that nasty pounding headache. I wish he'd come back, I feel empty. At least I feel stirrings of that familiar love. Even if I do fear sex now.