Oh how I miss my beautiful Chloe. 
So hard to see another best friend move away. And this time it wasn’t just Melbourne, but London instead. 
I feel like I’m being left behind.
I just need to work out how I can move to paris and what I can do there and then I’ll be gone too. 

One of my favourite memories:
Chloe, Aaron and I swimming in the freezing ocean pool at Austi beach in the dark and early hours of the morning, after a brilliant night out. 
…Just in our underwear.  

Today I locked myself out of my room, accidentally dyed my hair purple, sewed my dress to itself in the wrong places and got none of my essay done.
I figure that all the bad things have already happened so tonight’s Jazz Dinner Dance (to which I have been looking forward to for a year) will go perfectly. 
Touch wood.  

Flaming 
Go 

“I just don’t know how angry or upset I should be”

Such a happy night last night, despite my cold. And this Friday will be brilliant and beautiful.