I believe that the cause of my distress is a lonely heart. I spend each day here and do what I must, and yet I feel empty inside. There is a gaping hole in my existance. It is not only that I miss my friends, it is that I miss my dear Beatrix.
Journal, you are not a real person, and cannot hear nor understand my woes but...I need to say this somewhere. I cannot tell my new friends here, because I do not want them to see this weak part of me. It is true that love makes us strong, but love can also buckle the knees of our very soul and make us vulnerable.
I miss the woman I love, and it is interfering with my everyday life. I hope that I do not fail my exams because my heart is still with her in Alexandria.
I need something to distract me. I pray to every god that I can find whatever it is to occupy my mind.