Do you have any clue what it’s like to be so hungover that you feel like jumping off a cliff/the block of flats? Im so so so going crazy! And the worst is that I cant even hate myself, I can’t regret what I did, I loved it and if I had a choice, I’d do it again! Nevertheless, I’m such a poor child and so so so hungover! It’s now time for me to shut my face and finish my work, gotta sort out the exchange programme conditions! But for the utopian love, I wouldn’t be with you no more.