denying.

I refuse to think about/believe that I only have 3 weeks and 2 days left here. The thought is too depressing. I feel like this [being a London-er] is my permanent reality, my life. How can those rude girls who are coming winter semester think it's okay to kick me out? The nerve.

On Saturday I bought the large bottle of conditioner at Tesco. I am completely in denial that I have hardly enough time to use up even a small bottle, for all I care I could be staying here forever! I just love London...

More to come!