A Bombing, A Bitch and a Big-Ass Table.

Date: 6/22/2017

My husband was telling me about another bombing. This time it was in our hometown. I learned that it was at the Doctor Surgery my mum had had an appointment at that same morning. The whole place had been burnt down, and I was unable get in touch with her. I left her several voicemail messages in hope that she'd ring me back. She did, eventually, and she said "Oh Amanda, stop being so melodramatic, it wasn't that bad! I replied, "Are you kidding me? I heard the whole place burnt down!" Next scene; I was standing in a queue at the local kiosk. I was eyeing up some electronic cigarettes and noticed my best friend and her boyfriend standing in front of me. I was trying to have a conversation with them, but a group of rowdy teens were behind us. They were talking about another person who was stood in front. They didn't seem to like her. The girl who was mocking this girl was extremely loud and unlikable. She looked to me for reassurance. I tried to talk to her, but she just looked at me blankly and said, "What does that me?" This girl was as dumb as shit. Next scene; I had bought a table online, however, when I went to pick it up it was bigger than I had expected. I thought I could just carry it away - the jobs a gooden! But, I was struggling to get it off the ground. It kept getting bigger and bigger, until the point where I was like, "Yep, this isn't going to fit in my house!"