Dear Kitty,
             eleven days - eleven days...
             But before then? A week of hell. Great.
             I leave for Munich in eight hours with Mum, William, Cecily and Andrew, and I'm expected to stick with them because a) Mum will worry and b) it's a 'family' holiday. It's NOT a family holiday if Dad's not there, and he's the only one who'd make it even slightly bearable. Not only that - I can't escape them at all because we're sleeping in a DORM.
            Eleven days is much too long. I really wish I were going tomorrow - at least then I'd be able to talk about something other than William. Or how useless I am.
Sorry, Kitty - it's been building up over time and I really don't know how much more I can stand at the moment. God, I miss my friends. I miss everyone so so much, and I honestly want to cry whenever I think about them. But it's different to normal crying - I miss them so much I want to cry, and then when I think of them, I can't help but smile and every memory I have floods to the front of my mind.
I'm longing for something, but I'm not sure what.
Yours,
        Francesca
P.S. Not really worth mentioning, but I thought I ought to put in something slightly cheerful: I beat my high score on Brain Trainer DS, and now I can do twenty maths questions in sixteen seconds. Personally I'm quite proud.