Came home, looked in the mirror, and this is what I found.I spent my night at Bea's. I recieved a text and sent two texts, all of them made me cry uncontrollably infront of everyone so I deleted the final reply. If I've learnt anything, it's that you haven't got a true friend until you've cried on her kitchen floor. At midnight we went up to the topfloor (her house had seven frigging floors!) and stepped onto the balcony where we watched the fireworks on southbank.