Literally out of the blue I booked a flight for Melbourne in two weeks.
I'm not too sure why I did this.
Today I awoken with a sore throat, what I dread most out of all sickness, which immediately led me to the decision of going back to bed and not getting up till Three in the afternoon.
This is not a luxury, it is boring and pathetic.
I went to collect my film from Town revealing that my camera is in working order, this pleased me.
Tomorrow I spend the day with a new friend.
Socialising is difficult.
Mourning is still upon me.
P.s I hate Ben houstons Mum.
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yeah she was a "stupid cow"
ReplyDeletewhat a bitch.
Remember Milly, with the whole "milly I don't hear you writing" and milly was all "Scribble Scribble Scribble" oh so funny.
Why did they make us write a "journal" everynight anyway? we were in year seven on camp on rottnest, as if anyone was going to keep up with it.
"Datssss ma boyyy!"