The aftermath of a lie.

It's bliss, but it's empty bliss. Looking for apartments and such, it really brings the fear back into your core's attention. But you know, what's meant to happen will happen. Looks like we're going to Australia now except finance and accomodation are left to sort out before we head over to the other side of the world. I'm thinking this week, before I go off to London with my mother; I really should try and get my own help or go forth and do something, write a letter at least.

Things between the ex and I are quite on track, though you never know him and his back up plans. I really think we're making progress, talking it out and thinking. I'm melting with him, but obviously our ultimate decisions are yet to be .. well, decided. I need to start going back to my fitness regime since I think I keep gaining weight, ugh.

Apart from all that, it's all fineee.