As you might of known, I was meant to be seeing Friendly Fires tonight at the Heaven nightclub in London.
The support act, Holy Ghost, had barely played two songs when I walked out.
Dad ran after me and told me that he 'understood' that I 'can't be around people' as if there weren't already a million thoughts swimming through my mind, I didn't know the rational response to him so I just kept shouting at him 'CAN I FUCKING GO PLEASE?!' He looked broken, but not as broken as me.
The last thing he said to me was 'for your sister's sake, please be home when we get back'. So I sarcastically told him that I was planning on packing my bags and sailing to Alaska in the time between me getting back and those guys.
I don't know whether to drown my sorrows and buy a bottle of wine on the way home or not, to be honest I think that this could end in instant fatality, so I'll probably just curl up in bed with a cup of tea and Life on Mars to keep me company.
Now if I just think of John Simm for the entire train journey back, I think I'll make it back OK Computer.
Oh, looks like we're off, see you in a bit.
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