I Like You Very Much. Just As

One Minute You're Closer To Someone Than Anyone In The Whole World, Next Minute They Need Only To Say The Words 'time Apart', 'serious Talk' Or 'maybe You...' And You're Never Going To See Them Again And Will Have To Spend The Next Six Months Having Imaginary Conversations In Which They Beg To Come Back, And Bursting Into Tears At The Sight Of Their Toothbrush.

I Realize It Has Become Too Easy To Find A Diet To Fit In With Whatever You Happen To Feel Like Eating And That Diets Are Not There To Be Picked And Mixed But Picked And Stuck To, Which Is Exactly What I Shall Begin To Do Once I've Eaten This Chocolate Croissant.

I Always Market Research My Books Before I Hand Them In By Showing Them To Five Or Six Close Friends Who I Trust To Be Honest With Me, So They Are Very Heavily Re-written Already.

When Someone Leaves You, Apart From Missing Them, Apart From The Fact That The Whole Little World You've Created Together Collapses, And That Everything You See Or Do Reminds You Of Them, The Worst Is The Thought That They Tried You Out And, In The End, The Whole Sum Of Parts Adds Up To You Got Stamped Reject By The One You Love. How Can You Not Be Left With The Personal Confidence Of A Passed Over British Rail Sandwich?

9p.m. My Flat. Feel Very Strange And Empty. Is All Very Well Thinking Everything Is Going To Be Different When You Come Back But Then It Is All The Same. Suppose I Have To Make It Different. But What Am I Going To Do With My Life? I Know. Will Eat Some Cheese.