I am a bit scared of my phone at the moment. As pathetic as it seems, that rubbish bit of samsung technology is frightening.

I've been with my boyfriend for almost 3 years. Very long time when you are 20. Anyways, after coming up to my uni last week, we had the most almighty row after a party. He was completely in the wrong and understands this yet I just can't let it go. It's opened up such a huge can of worms that now whenever we talk on the phone, there's this huge elephant in the (mobile) room with us.It all comes down to this;

Should I stay with him?

Now, it wasn't like he cheated on me, or beat me but I just don't know whether in 5 yrs/10yrs time, it will all go down the pan and I will be thrown back in the dating game fun which I haven't been in since I was 17. Before, I was sure we would grow old together but now I'm so not sure.

I know I have blown it all out of proportion but I feel like at any moment, the glass floor of my life is going to break and cause me to start haemorrhaging everywhere and blood is a pain in the arse to get out of fabric.

So, as a result, I was ignoring most of his calls. His was calling me / my sister/my mum/my cat non stop for about 2 days. Finally, I was brave and answered and told him everything. Hence, another almighty row about trust this time and now he won't ring me and has been send scary texts about him having to think now.

In other news, I bought a bright red hat that makes me feel artistic and has inspired me to carry on with the dreaded Byron essay.