waggapapas
dont worry people, Im alright.
as all of you know, my dads a bastard
as some of you know, he wanted me to come back to dubai with proof of me studying
he made a huge bloody deal about it and basically went ballistic.
weeks and weeks of worry and stress causing me to break down repeatedly.
I get here, I show him two pieces of paper and he's fine.
I got a thousand dirhams (approx 150 quid) and some renewed credit cards (mine expired last month) and a new phone.
bloody twit...
ANGRY ANGRY YOURE GONNA DIE SON! YOU GAY GAY FAG GAY MAN, YOURE GAY ARENT YOU? oh, what? money gifts prizes....
I wish my life wasnt so...flippy floppy...or interesting...
Im having a nice time with the guys here, Im quite sad though cuz Joe's not here
he's honestly my best friend ever
he's the only thing worth coming back here for
I know I like meeting everyone
but still, I get that over and done with within a week.
joe, I honestly truely look forward to seeing him, he has been one of my longest lasting friends
and its hard to explain
I love that guy, not in that way, but as a friend...
I dont think anyone could match the friendship I have with him.
we are just completely in sync, we both understand each other
but still theres just that right amount of difference that makes our intellectual discussions last for so long
and there are LOTS of them
there has been one conversation that we have been having for the last 2 years
every holiday, we both come back to dubai, and honestly, he's told me too, the only reason we both ever look forward to dubai is seeing each other again.
he went back to england 3 days before I got here and he has promised to come back and see me during the holiday
and I know he'll keep the promise.
I know alot of you just know him as this crazy sex pervert who only says anal passions
but that is the furthest thing from the real him.
he is a wonderful fantastic intellegent human being who I truely respect.
I usually dont like writing on my journal, not cuz nothing happens to me, but its because too much happens, more than I can write about.
like right now...
as all of you know, my dads a bastard
as some of you know, he wanted me to come back to dubai with proof of me studying
he made a huge bloody deal about it and basically went ballistic.
weeks and weeks of worry and stress causing me to break down repeatedly.
I get here, I show him two pieces of paper and he's fine.
I got a thousand dirhams (approx 150 quid) and some renewed credit cards (mine expired last month) and a new phone.
bloody twit...
ANGRY ANGRY YOURE GONNA DIE SON! YOU GAY GAY FAG GAY MAN, YOURE GAY ARENT YOU? oh, what? money gifts prizes....
I wish my life wasnt so...flippy floppy...or interesting...
Im having a nice time with the guys here, Im quite sad though cuz Joe's not here
he's honestly my best friend ever
he's the only thing worth coming back here for
I know I like meeting everyone
but still, I get that over and done with within a week.
joe, I honestly truely look forward to seeing him, he has been one of my longest lasting friends
and its hard to explain
I love that guy, not in that way, but as a friend...
I dont think anyone could match the friendship I have with him.
we are just completely in sync, we both understand each other
but still theres just that right amount of difference that makes our intellectual discussions last for so long
and there are LOTS of them
there has been one conversation that we have been having for the last 2 years
every holiday, we both come back to dubai, and honestly, he's told me too, the only reason we both ever look forward to dubai is seeing each other again.
he went back to england 3 days before I got here and he has promised to come back and see me during the holiday
and I know he'll keep the promise.
I know alot of you just know him as this crazy sex pervert who only says anal passions
but that is the furthest thing from the real him.
he is a wonderful fantastic intellegent human being who I truely respect.
I usually dont like writing on my journal, not cuz nothing happens to me, but its because too much happens, more than I can write about.
like right now...