I actually liked Amanda much better today; and fancied her as much as I did when I first saw her 3 weeks ago. She was sweeter to me as well, because I was not so drunk as yesterday. Again I stayed till after 9. I walked right past Dream Bar, Alm, Angelique 1 & 2, had a quick beer in Bar Haus 6, Okay Bar, and Manhattan (with a piccolo for Vivian), and 2 in Tete a Tete. A McDonald’s then bed. Early Saturday morning and I feel depressed now, as always after drinking. When the fog of depression lifts though, I think I will be keen to come back to Vienna for a third visit but stay longer next time, of course. My 640AM flight to London is delayed by a technical problem (ice on the runway), and here we still are, in Vienna airport, at 7.33.
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St Pancras looks drabber and bleaker in the daylight than I remember it
St Pancras looks drabber and bleaker in the daylight than I remember it. I feel nervous and uncomfortable and depressed. With a sinking certainty I think —– will be seeing someone when I am gone. So. I will watch her like a hawk when I return.
I felt so happy when I arrived back in Brussels from Antwerp but by the end of my stay that happy feeling had long since dissipated
I felt so happy when I arrived back in Brussels from Antwerp, but by the end of my stay that happy feeling had long since dissipated. Now I feel miserable and ashamed and depressed. I don’t like to be known. I don’t like having to tell my mother anything about my life. I resent ever having to share what is going on inside my head with anyone else. For me, having to talk is like having my teeth pulled. So I shut people out, and loathe myself for doing so. Like I shut Clarisse out in Brussels. Like I shut the Waterloo Station café girl out before I even boarded the train to Brussels.
The Stripper 