I've not got anything to say today. I had my Leaver's Ball. I've only vague regret. It's clouded because I'm (so in love) so tired. I'll write more. These will say more for now:
1. Just before I went.
2. Pimps and Prostitutes. Ollie and Katy.
3. In my tent (post sexual haze).
4. Back home the next morning.
Although now my mother has disowned me (with a slap and a tear) and I need to take the morning after pill. Things at home are awful.