I was happy and excited on Friday arvo when I finally confirmed my leaving date with [my boss] and booked my ticket [to London] with [friend who works at a travel agency] and told [Nasty] about it.
But I came home and was promptly put down by mom.
Then I have to deal with [my brother].
I spent that night crying my eyes out watching The Notebook.
So basically, I bawled my eyes out the night I have confirmed arrangements to come to London.
Which is not exactly what I really said on this blog.
This blog has a facade. It is written to be cringe-proof. (Or at least I think).
I cringe when I read back on my journals. I hope when I die, they will somehow automatically self-destruct.