It Is Horrid To Smirk.

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?

I'd Always Hoped To Write The Story As A Novel, But There Was A Long Period When The [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries] Movie Was Stalled And In Confusion. I Felt Frustrated Creatively, And Just Couldn't Work On The Baby Material Till The Movie Was Sorted Out.

Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why Does Nothing Ever Work Out?

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.

It Is A Truth Universally Acknowledged That As Soon As One Part Of Your Life Starts Looking Up, Another Falls To Pieces.