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Hello there naturesgirl! I, Kyllorac, will be reviewing you today on this very fine Review Day.

With that said, onto the review!

I had thought about reconnecting with Haiden after Wes and I sort of ended. We hadn’t talked in almost three years. Haiden and I had gone out a few months, and we had been friends after that, but then I found Wes. I didn’t have to try and contact him back in August; he texted me two days after the first break-up. I didn’t really want to hang out with him again but I did.

There are too many pronouns in this paragraph, and on first read-through, it read like Wes was the one contacting Constance instead of Haiden. This might also benefit from a paragraph break at the "I didn't have to..." sentence, since finding Wes and being contacted by Haiden has a whole relationship worth of time passing in between.

I left my Oyster card (prepaid card you can use for buses, the Tube, etc.) at home

The parentheticals really killed the flow of the piece, and they're quite unnecessary. I'd recommend killing them entirely and just leaving the Oyster card as it is, without explanation. It's not that difficult to infer what an Oyster card is for based on the text, and it's really not so important to the story what an Oyster card is so much as Constance doesn't have it with her.

I should probably head back now. It’s gotten dark and I haven’t arrived anywhere.

The tense shift here was very sudden and felt forced, which made it stick out like a sore thumb, especially since the other shifts were so smoothly executed. I'd recommend cutting out these two lines and maybe working in the details later on. The being lost in the present would really tie in with the being lost in the past, and so make the transition smoother.

That said, overall, this was an excellent piece. You really did a good job in relaying Constance's emotions and listlessness and general dissatisfaction with everything without falling into the dark pit of navel gazing. I also particularly enjoyed the descriptions of art in this, particularly her frustration in creating and the description of the painting. Everything was wonderfully concrete and real.