She and I had been really close through school and I should of turned to her sooner but I was insistent to myself that I wouldn't drag her down with me. I'd go home every now and again for more clothes or belongings and they'd not even notice. In the end I let my one close friend drag me to her house and I practically moved in. Over the summer (of hopelessness) I was lost. Long story short, my school attendance went to shit, I became the worst type of slut, failed all my exams etcetera. That was before my parents finally gave up pretending I mattered to them more than their hatred of each other.

Good exam results at GCSE, estimated straight As for A-levels and had a good university offer. When I was younger I was a top student, loved school and worked really hard. Already having my first nightmares with more than 5 months still to go.

Wedding planning, for those who've experienced it, is stressful as fuck. Going mad feeling unable to get this off my chest.