Love when my worst fears start playing out right before my eyes at my own responsibility.
I just love when it feels like my brain is trying to swell it’s way out of my head.
This is all too weird!
Why am I regretting not being a homewrecker?
I either need to be in London or need to be with my family. With friends in London. Or with my entire extended family. Right now.
Am I being pursued? What is happening?
Wait, why am I so awkward?