Last week

It's my last week in London. :.(

I'm scared, upset and I really want to cry. Either it's finally sinking it, or I've got PMS. I'm betting on the latter.

Oh, I really want to hug someone, but then again I don't really want to because I'll just end up sobbing like a lunatic and wake up with a cracking headache in the morning. Crying heavily gives me hangovers.

Anyway, all is not lost, here's chapter seven of Crepuscule:

( Of Ambush )

Last week

It's my last week in London. :.(

I'm scared, upset and I really want to cry. Either it's finally sinking it, or I've got PMS. I'm betting on the latter.

Oh, I really want to hug someone, but then again I don't really want to because I'll just end up sobbing like a lunatic and wake up with a cracking headache in the morning. Crying heavily gives me hangovers.

Anyway, all is not lost, here's chapter seven of Crepuscule:

( Of Ambush )