Let's hope that no one expects that from me. This hospo girl is not ready to be a full grown adult yet.
I think this was proven by the way I managed to munt all over myself on the fateful birthday night.
Classy.
Ash flew me down to Bangkok and we hit the town. I may have danced on a stage at some point. It's still up for debate.
Unfortunately he stumbled across the fact that I am bulimic, via my travel notebook. Of course he doesn't understand or accept it. To be fair, he is one of those people that don't believe in therapy. In my experience people who don't believe in therapy at all, typically don't have a good understanding of any mental disorder. So we are going to have a one off chat about it at a time that he feels comfortable talking. Yeah. That will be fun.
BACK TO BIRTHDAYNESS.
I have a history of shitty birthdays. Like seriously. My 21st was beautiful. I danced. I traveled. I met some sick bitches. It was great. It was 21st worthy.
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