I dıdn't cry at the time the last post was written, but I have since. Confronted cheating bastard and he said he took laptop to look at my photos of us together (because he misses me, still loves me yadda yadda yadda) and then he put it back. And then it was stolen. Have not looked at any photos on facebook since. I have however kissed cheating bastard. Several times. Like a fucking idiot. And not a drop of alcohol has passed my lips yet. Oh wait, I had a swig of beer last night.

So now my head is even more fucked than usual. And I just got an email saying that I won't be able to go back to uni til Sept 2010. So I'm gonna apply to go to Mexico for the winter. Fuck it. Manchester will just have to wait for me....