best month ever.

Met this guy the other day, he was so lovely to me; and after coming back to France yesterday, he hasn't given up, he's still talking to me.
I've just got back from the best, happiest, fun filled month I think I may have ever had, and already I want to go back. I spent just over three weeks doing work experience and absolutely loved it. I was working in a Holiday Inn, as a waitress on the breakfast shift, which ridiculously finished at 3pm each day... Anyway, early starts, happy customers was making happy, that combined with going out to town every Thursday with all my old friends, meeting new people, knocking back drinks, knocking back boys, eating kebobs with my besties, life couldn't seem to get better at the time.
I saw Lewis for the second time evaaarrr, and it was brill, just chilling in the pub, with his fam and Ash. I loved it. Then was Pizza Hut with the gang. Also bantalicious.
I went back to my old house with the best friends, and that was weird but good too, we just sat in Anna's car, cried, chatted, sang; and then we went to the Millennium Green, climbed in the arches, shat ourselves, drove to the pub for a tap water and to play with the parasols, of which Anna managed to temporarily break one, I fixed it and then some douchebags went and complained, luckily us three were sat sweet as sugar doing nothing. :P WANKKAAASSS.
I've sort of made a plan for my future, and been told I need to 'prove myself' and that it'll get 'looked into'. So while I'm hoping for the best, we shall have to see.
I got some new clothes, and I guess going shopping with a friend and her mum, and having people tell me I look good, has made a difference, I shouldn't care about what a family of people says, when I have had more people tell me otherwise.
I do look like my mum, and now I have new glasses I look even more like her, but that's not a bad thing. If you didn't like my mum, your sister; while she was alive, then you shouldn't hate her more now she's dead, so what she made mistakes, just because in your eyes you and your family are so damn perfect and 'right' doesn't mean everyone else has to be, telling a girl you don't like her glasses because she looks like her dead mother isn't a nice thing to say. so before judging other people take a good long look at yourself, because when you die, people will speak ill of you, and you wouldn't like it. Your not perfect, you manage to put me down, merely because you didn't ask how work experience was, one simple question was too much, we had one 2 minute long conversation the entire time I was away, yet you ring your two sons at least twice a week? tell me how that's you 'treating (us) the same'. If I had the balls I would tell you all this, but as it is, I can't, I would have no where to live, no where to call home, but that might all change.
     We will see what's around the corner, so while I'm sat in my room typing this, you can leave and go dancing.
I am an 'extra' to this family, not a part of it, and I cannot shake that feeling off.
Over&Out.