I want to get away from here. Everything i want to be and do is beyond the invisible wall that surrounds Cleethorpes and Grimsby. I want excitement, fun, romance. Not seaguls, chavs and tourists who treat you like shit. My parents just laughed loudly when i told them what i wanted to do, great support. At least my old maths teacher thinks its a good idea. As well as my art teacher. I don't care if...

Turkey. How I loved that place last year and now i despise it with all my heart. I have to go back in around four weeks for a 'fun' filled family holiday with my parents but to be honest, i would rather curl up and die than go back to that place. We're going back to the same country, same place, same hotel so i'm to just praying that he's not going to be working there anymore. I know i should have...