I'm pretty sure I set myself up for disappointment.
Like, I do things I know will upset me because it won't go how I planned it and I feel this mix of disappointment and guilt that I couldn't get it to work how I wanted.

I'm pretty sure I do it on purpose without realising? Like I realise when I look back but at the time..it just seems the natural response, y'know?

Tomorrow I have work at the M's (Mollie, Minnie, Millie) and I also have Barb's...and because I lack the ability to be in two places at once. Mum is doing Barb's for me and I'm going to the M's :P. I'm driving myself..at 9am on a Saturday through Berko high street O.O

I feel bgtfrhejhubgiywfwkhbgferigfbk-y. That is all.