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So I've just had one of the weirdest/stressful weekends ever, and I wanna scream. I've been on a high since I got a 2:1 for my BA but it suddenly feels a million miles away.
I'm trying to get out of going to Daisy's wedding on Friday, staying in Chiswick is a nightmare, staying at home is a nightmare, and texting people is a nightmare (that's another story in itself).
So, I'm seriously looking at going to a hotel tonight and travelling to work in the morning and then working late all this week. I've really just got to buck up. I'm going away for 5 weeks on 10th July and I have barely anything organised, plus I'm quite broke and I can feel old habits and general depressive-ness drifting in.
I should be happy, I know that. But I feel fucking miserable.
I'm trying to get out of going to Daisy's wedding on Friday, staying in Chiswick is a nightmare, staying at home is a nightmare, and texting people is a nightmare (that's another story in itself).
So, I'm seriously looking at going to a hotel tonight and travelling to work in the morning and then working late all this week. I've really just got to buck up. I'm going away for 5 weeks on 10th July and I have barely anything organised, plus I'm quite broke and I can feel old habits and general depressive-ness drifting in.
I should be happy, I know that. But I feel fucking miserable.