Today was the hottest day since I’ve been here in London. It was over 90 degrees Fahrenheit. People took advantage of the weather by littering the yards with their towels and bodies in bathing suits to tan. Even my roommate used this time to go to a movie to cool off. Me on the other hand, I stayed inside ALL DAY, wallowing in my horrible emotions. Suffice to say, I felt bad all day.
Most of the day, I watched Netflix. My mind continued to hound me with thoughts about how I don’t form habits I want to stick with. These thoughts constantly bombarded me until it was time for bed. Even then, I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning, checking my tablet, looking out the window, but nothing eased my mind. At one point in the night, I had to sit up and grab my chest because I found it suddenly hard to breathe. I don’t know what it was, but I took long deep breathes until I felt comfortable enough to lay back down, curling up into a ball on the edge of the bed before finally falling asleep.