my dad bought me one of these for my birthday, it's not my birthday until saturday but i broke it already. i feel bad, not just about that. tomorrow i'm going back to london and probably i should pack but i'm sad and it hasn't sunk in yet that i'm leaving. my mum keeps gazing at me and rubbing the side of my face. i'll miss sleeping all day and having someone hoover around me, and i'll miss my catties even though they make my chin itchy and rashy and one of them has a gross dribbly eye.