Too tired to say anything. I think if I'd been less drained and tired these past terms, it wouldn't have worked out how it did. But physical exhaustion is the price I seem to pay for being at Cambridge. And it's an excuse as much as anything. But I regret every minute when we could have been together and it would have been good and I just gave up and slept instead.
Not sure what to say anyway, Tom said it all, and so much more truelly than I ever could. All I'm thinking is that it will have been the best thing if we make it through breaking up and stay friends, rather than staying together and spending the next year learning to hate each other. Tom's been my best friend all through Cambridge, and I wouldn't have made it without him. I'm not sure if I'll cope learning how to now... I just pray that I won't have to. He's understood me as well as anyone over my time at uni, and I hope with all my heart he doesn't end up hating me. Yet at the same time it would be too cruel of me to demand he comforts me for being hurt over dumping him... I need to give him space, no matter how much I miss him. My friends have been wonderful today (sorry, everyone who's taken a break from revision to stop me falling apart) and I'm sure if he wants to talk to me he'll be in touch.