Losing Myself

 

I don't often spend my evenings on top of car parks, but my boyfriend wanted to take some photos of the beautiful sunsets we've been having, and so an impromptu outfit photo session occured. It's been such lovely weather in the South these past few days, almost no coat weather! I always feel the cold so I'm lost without a jacket but I'm not sure it's quite bare legged, shorts wearing, tightless legs weather just yet (take note, people of Southampton.) It was pretty mild on top of the car park roof, and a pretty nice place to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was empty, apart from the odd teen BMX-er and felt quite surreal. I spent ages just looking down at the people below, and being able to forget all the things  I need to be worrying about. It was good to forget about it for a while, but I suppose the problem about times like that is you always fall back to reality with a bump. I plan on having mexican food for dinner; procrastinating just a little bit longer before I start my mental breakdown tomorrow... That was a joke. I think.