This party is sickening.I'd rather be in bed.Atleast there is Vodka.England sure is different.I don't know if this fucking rivalry between the Heathens and Elites even exists anymore since some people are in love together from each sides. Who am I to care? I drink and roam my eyes around the room. Her. She has been catching my eyes for the last 15 minutes. What is happening to me? Am I losing it? And why is this exciting me? She looks up and our eyes meet, cute. She looks away. Fuck...