10:00 p.m.
I feel vommittish. I-
Omg, 'vomit-tish' is not a real word either!
Oh no, oh no!
I feel sick, I want to purge, I want to throw up, this passion fruit drink had too much sugar in it.
Or the gas from the club soda is too upsetting.
I have a headache.
I will probably just be cool.
...
I miss England.
I miss the Cornish Custard Pudding and ice cream.
I miss the people.
There was this one moment, I remember.
I was with my mum, or Ammi as I call her, and we were in a coffee shop in Leicester, and this older lady, she just came up to us, and she was like, "hello, how are you doing?" in the most sincere way.
Their people are just so great.