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Just sayin it’s like £250 to spend the weekend in Paris and I’m sad so I don’t understand why NO ONE WILL JUST COME WITH ME FOR A 2 DAY ESCAPE FROM REALITY. We won’t know anyone. We get to see pretty things. The drinking would be fab. We get to runaway for a couple of days. When can I know someone who doesn’t work over the weekend. Just spare of the moment running away from everyone for a bit, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do at 21….just a super casual “Paris?” text and then gone, no worries, no stress, people aren’t sad in Paris, people don’t have to come to terms with the human race being awful in Paris. I’d like to be happy for a weekend 🍾🌞✨

Things my personal trainer doesn't like; 1. Me calling him fam. 2. Talking about takeaways. 3. My workout playlists. 'Destiny's Child isn't motivational, it's just distracting'. 4. My complete lack of focus once I've realised I hurt and/or have been exercising for more than 30 minutes. 5. My shock that nothing looks different after all my 'hard work' even though I binge eat kinder eggs and generally eat shit all day at work. 6. How many times I can say the word twat in one session. 7. How many times I tell him I used to be able to wear size 10 jeans before I found cheesecake. 8. That I named my tattoos.

Bank holiday spent filling in visa applications and doing all the paperwork for September 🙊🙊🙊 I can't believe it's nearly time for my adventure!!