Help. I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.

On the bus to Granada

It sucks that that oh-so-teenager-ish feeling of 'nobody understands me' doesn't go away when you're no longer a teenager. Luckily though, public transport is always there for me (to over-think things).

People dancing should have never chose girlfriends

• On Friday morning I got home at 4am from Thursday night. On Saturday morning I got home at 5am from Friday night - three hours later I got up and packed to spend Saturday night in Granada. Never, ever, pack whilst drunk.
• My camera has decided to screw with me in revenge for the many times I have dropped it whilst drunk. It is now set to landscape/no flash mode and therefore won't work at night; possibly trying to give me hint - less drinking. Therefore I have been put incharge of my flatmate's camera; she doesn't know how mine died.
• Spanish Halloween is great, nobody dresses up as 'slut'.
• I was a little 'girly girly' for awhile, but I have been cured.
• Trying to get the spaces between my photos to be the same is really, bloody frustrating, and now these bullet points are messing with me.