I look like a boy, and I'm lily-livered like one too.

No offense, boys.

I am now aware of my flight date. It's on the 14th, 4 days from today.
(deep breath, deep breath)

My clothes are still all over the place, my luggage is way over the weight limit, my mom lost the receipt to my suit at the dry-cleaners and the amoi that works there cannot track my suit down, my line has not been set for a roaming service, I don't know how to work my new ricecooker, my new haircut is so ridiculous I could get sued for it, I hate my yellow trench coat, I'm an anti-social stick, I'm going to be alone in my Pooley House flat, my lips bleed when I spend too much time in my air-conditioned room how the hell am I going to stand the cold London weather weiiiii.

I am shit scared I don't know what else to say. Help me.