December 4
Dear Calum,
I hung out with the boys last night at Ashton's and now we are all terribly hungover. We needed it, just to get lost in the alcohol and forget about our worries and problems for a night.
I don't think I've ever felt more alive; it was like I revived my old self. I was imprisoned by thoughts of you and it all seemed to slowly fade after a few drinks—completely refreshing, as if I got a breath of fresh air. Absolutely no regrets. Nada.
Anyways, I need to possibly somehow get over you because it feels like you're some kind of burden. Unless, you return and be my knight in shining armor, but let's be realistic, that will probably never happen.
Yours truly,
Lara x
