This past weekend was a complete disaster. Instead of me getting to know that boy (Avy calls him Henry) a little more, I ended up being back on square one. We had fun at Avy's house and then we went out together, but after just an hour I found him flirting with some blonde bimbo in high heels and a floral dress. Probably a fashion blogger.
I left without saying anything, and he hasn't called since, so I guess that's it. The thing is that I don't know if I care, maybe I just liked the attention.
Anyway, I can't really think straight here anymore so I've bought a plane ticket to Italy and I'm leaving first thing in the morning. I'll live with my aunt for a couple of weeks, dad couldn't be happier. I guess he thinks that I'm finally going back to the nice little person I was before all this happened, but that won't happen.
Talk to you soon darlings. Ciao.