Home?

After last nights attempt at sleeping in Singapore airport on two odd shaped swinging chairs pulled awkwardly together for 7 hours, all I want to do is go to sleep.

Would be nice if I could just stay sleeping till all the hurt and pain has gone away. Shame it doesn't work that way. What do you do when the person you love and wanted to spend the rest of your life with, no longer loves you back? How do you cope?

Home is where the heart is.. But mines broken and scattered. I'm scared of how long it will take to put the pieces back together.