Dear diary; I have thought a lot about leaving this all behind and buying a one-way ticket to anywhere where no one knows my name. I want to forget who I am and lose myself in another's culture. I want to stay until I tire and do it all again somewhere else.
Lost, panicked ******* morons getting under my feet. Twenty ******* dollars for a sausage roll to eat. Duty-free's a ******* joke, it's cheaper on the street. And I would rather sit on a bed of nails, Than this ******* airport seat.
