Well, this week so far has been the most exhausting I've had in a very long time. My mum arrived Wednesday night, when she went to bed, I went out to District (my favourite emo/metal/alt-rock night) for the first time in 4 months.
The next morning, valentine's day, I woke up to my mum wanting to go for breakfast, but I was feeling worse than I had in over half a year, we still went out to eat tho, with me nauseous and half asleep with the stiffest neck imaginable. Later in the morning I had a doctor's appointment, and after I finally got to go for a nap back at the hostel while she did her thing. And then I woke up to go for dinner with my mum (you can see how little social life I have), and went to have some Greek food at Yefsis, the only place outside of Greece that nails Greek food. I didn't get to sleep that night tho, because I had to work midnight to 6am.
Once I got back from work I was absolutely broken and exhausted, but just my luck, the new guy sleeping in the bed underneath me snores like a fucking bulldog so I couldn't fall asleep until he was up around 10am... Anyway, who needs sleep, dark circles are the new eyeshadow :') Around 2pm my mum wanted to go for some food again (I'm never complaining about the food, just the fact that I need to go outside and deal with anxiety when getting it), after that we went to get my prescription meds and while waiting I got a message from Ryan, one of my old flatmates.
Now the thing about Ryan is that we used to be very, very close, it's safe to say he used to be my best friend. Then when our flat got evicted, I panicked and ran away after helping out with the bare minimum, while leaving the rest of the flat with all of the shit to throw out and stuff. I completely understand why he didn't contact me for half a year, but it hurt so much I cried for days on end when I first lost him. After a couple of months I got accustomed to not having him around, tho it was difficult, still.
The moment I received that message, asking if I was alright, felt so good. I don't know whether it's weak or strong to forgive that easily, but he meant the world to me and I want to make up for running away when they needed me.
Anyway, after talking to Ryan for a bit, he asked where I live now, and after explaining the hostel situation he wanted to stay here in the hostel for the weekend as well, as it's convenient with the bar crawl that he's been managing for almost a year by now. After hanging out with him for a while, the crawl started, so like any sensible person I tagged along until I had to go to work at 10pm (probably not the best idea, it was an exhausting shift).
Fast forward to coming back from work at 6am, Ryan was still awake as some of the lads on the crawl "didn't let him leave the stripclub" (fair enough, he still goes there after almost every crawl I think, next week I'm joining them). We had a smoke and talked a bit, like back in the day where everything was good and we all lived in our happy place, and then said good night with a friendly kiss like we used to in the prime of our friendship.
And then my alarm went off at 1pm to have lunch with my mum and a friend of hers. The evergrowing bags under my eyes hurt more and more every day at this point. My mum's friend, Sarah, is a really nice woman, living about an hour's train ride away, and with her own fair share of depression and anxiety. It was great getting to know her, it felt like I'd known her for way longer already. The food was good too, tho I got a bit too excited and burned my mouth several times in several places.
As I had the night off I decided to go on the crawl again, this time my mum wanted to come along too, so that was interesting. She's not really phased by me drinking, she's carried my drunk arse home before, and she had a great time. I really missed the bar crawl, I forgot how much of a social thing it is, while not being exhausting and full of expectations. I made 3 new friends that come on the crawl on a regular basis, I haven't had that many friends since the flat got evicted.
We had a great night which ended at burger king, it had been such a long time since I sincerely had fun. But as my mum wanted to meet up with another friend of hers in Oxford, I had to wake up at 9am. Unfortunately for me, the guy underneath me still snores like a chainsaw, so I couldn't fall asleep. Around 6am Ryan returned to the hostel, so we went outside for a smoke again. He'd smuggled a duvet outside to lie on while smoking (fantastic idea), and we stayed outside for over an hour, and after a while we started getting it on again like we used to, but when we looked up at some point we realized it was way to bright outside to go on so we'll just leave that til next time 😅
When we went back inside to go to sleep I texted my mum that I still hadn't slept, and she texted her friend to ask whether she would make it to Oxford, but thank fuck she said she wasn't, so I finally got to sleep for a bit, tho I've been waking up every half hour or so.
Anyway, I'm going for some food again with my mum.
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Bonus pic: me and my mum (my eyes are red af)
