I wander out of the bedroom feeling refreshed, robed and a tad pink from my bath and DIY beauty treatments for the last hour. Figuring if I pampered the crap out of myself I would both feel better physically, look a hell of a lot better and it would drag my mind from the ever-obsessive head mess that is Alexi Carrero. I feel calmer, more focused and determined to not let that man have a long-term effect on me, yet I'm still sombre.
Yawning still fatigued as I wander aimlessly into the almost silent surroundings and realise I am still not alone. She never left and she is stretched out on the couch watching Netflix on low volume while flicking through a magazine.
I sigh heavily and make a beeline for the open plan kitchen in a bid to ignore her and curse her for not f*****g off when I made
