I was so happy this morning, thinking to myself who I had everything sorted, money, tickets, flights, and a new Cath kidston flight bag, thanks to my mama to find out we’ve missed the booking slot for the coach to the festival.
There’s no other way of us getting to Benicasim without having to travel to Barcelona first. Trek. All the coaches left now are asking for ridiculous prices. I’m Skint.
I wish I could sell my tickets and flights and just not even go. It’s all going to be a disaster over there I can tell. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I wish I had just booked onto the holiday with the girls.