Dear Readers (or whoever accidentally ended up here while avoiding real responsibilities),
Hope you’re doing well. Or at least not questioning every life choice under a deceptively perfect sky like I was during my summer course in the UK.
Do you want to hear about my epic disaster of a week in the UK? Picture me, trying to pretend like I’ve got my life together, while internally spiraling in front of a group of strangers who somehow didn’t see the panic in my eyes.
If you really want to know how it went down (and trust me, it's worth it), leave a comment below. I’m ready to spill all the embarrassing details that’ll make you feel so much better about your own life.
If no one comments... I shall delete this diary entry, retreat into the shadows of obscurity, and cry silently in a corner. Don’t worry, I’ve trained for this.
Oh and I was about to forget, should I cram the chaos into one entry, or should I drag it out for multiple posts so you can enjoy my suffering over time? Your call.
Best regards,
Your Anonymous Author who is still recovering from that “summer fun”