It's 6:34 in the morning. The after effects of, embarrassingly not too many shots of, tequilla, chivas and smirnoff have gone and I am feeling so shit.

But I am sober, I can walk straight (promise) and I know for sure that 7 x 4 is not 26. The icy cold chills have gone, the head thumping has disappeared. All that's left are flashing scenes in my mind, pictures and videos that I hope do not go up on facebook and youtube and lots and lots and lots of love.

I woke up today and thank God for, for lack of a better word, my indescribably wonderful friends. For all that they have done, for causing me to run black tears, for semi-finishing the drinks (10 bottles in total, not too bad) and for showing me so much love.

I've yet to turn 21 but if last night was my break through to official adulthood, then I know that I will have so much to look forward too. It was a beautiful beginning.

Thank you everyone for the presents and presence but most importantly, thank you, really, for making me feel especially loved.

I will fucking miss you all when this crazy road trip is over in 3-4 months!

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends."
-William Yeats