It was with my friend LK and with RS. RS was standing in someplace, I was lonely, and I gave a hug to her, from the back. L told me to tone it down, and then asked me to to talk to him later. He then reminded me that I never manage to keep loyal to any girlfriend I had. It was sad to hear, but he was right. Also, it was good to hug RS. I hugged her from the back, and the warmth of her body made me happy.

Today I thought about love, what it means, what it meant. How it was. I feel like I can’t love, not only people, but cannot have passion for things anymore, either. It’s… just gone. I feel like I killed it, the passion, in London.