Ugh
Back from Weymouth. Feeling horrifically squicky; still don't feel able to tell them about my vegetarianism, and of course they have sent me back with meat. I'll get through this, then it's back to Quorn...

Lacking greatly in self-confidence, desperate to find something to make me feel consistently happy, and still a long way from finding it...

Living on my own does feel unexpectedly bad. And yet... and yet... it's better than the alternative.

Finding a composition teacher is very, very much on the agenda again.