MARCH 2017
My alarm starts ringing…
I have to get up even though my head feels like being tortured by a hammer. Why do I have to drink too much before my flight? D*mn that David! I told him I wouldn’t drink too much but look how messed up I am right now. I couldn’t get out of my bed. But my sister came to my room and wakes me up since she wants to go with me to the Airport.
So I took a shower with all my might and pulls out my luggage. This feels surreal. I am finally flying to the United Kingdom. But I didn’t imagine I would leave the country with this heavy heart. I remembered crying last night in front of David. It was a first. It’s embarrassing but I can’t help it. I don’t know if it is the alcohol or the pain is just too unbearable. But I have no choice. Or should I say, I just
