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IT'S A NEW day and I'm getting ready to meet Kendall at a restaurant of her choice.
Just playing! No way I'm doing that. I'm actually lying in bed at a hotel far, far away from both the restaurant and my apartment where I'm planning to have a calm and relaxing day for myself after all the hectic things that have happened. For example; mine and Kendall's break up, the cheating, me and Tim moving and leaving friends and family behind, the music about my ex being leaked and now my ex walking right back into my life. Summing-up; too much.
Due to obvious reasons, I'm at a hotel and not at my apartment where I have a very big chance of my stalking, crazy ex-girlfriend coming and banging the door down just because she's been stood up. Instead of staying here I could have asked friends or someone if I could stay at theirs, but I, for the first of all, don't want to disturb and ruin someone's evening, and then I also find it pretty nice to have an evening out of my apartment with just my own company.
I texted Kendall telling her I would be at the restaurant at 8pm like she asked me to be, but my plan is for her to sit there, wait for me, and be as humiliated as possible. I want her to feel just how bad I felt when she fucked my best friend behind my back. It may be mean in some peoples eyes, but to me it's just a small piece of the amount of pain she caused me.
Earlier today I went out on some errands and got some snacks and everything I may need for tonight, except dinner that I'm planning on ordering up later from the bar downstairs. It's a pretty good restaurant with a variety of food from all over the world, all from Sweden's infamous meatballs to sushi to pizza. While I walked through the city in the heat and the wonderful summer weather, I stopped by some stores where I bought clothes and shoes for different occasions. As I pretty much packet and left America I didn't take my whole closet with me, so from my point of view it never hurts to buy more clothes (or...it only hurts my bank account).
It has been weird to be in another country than USA for this long. There is so many new things that I've both seen and learnt, but some things which are different from the US has been hard to adjust to. For example, taking off your shoes when you step inside every time, or that alcohol isn't available 24/7. In Sweden, in best case scenario, the store will be open between 10 a.m. and 8 p.m. on weekdays, 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Saturday, and then it's completely unavailable on Sundays. Therefore you have to buy your liquid beforehand and plan wether you're going to drink or not.
Once the clock turn 6 p.m. I make myself presentable to go out of my hotel room and down to the bar downstairs. As my room is on the highest floor I take the long elevator down. I would usually try my best to avoid taking the elevator as I'm not a fan of either small spaces or heights, but I'm 100% not going to walk up and down about a hundred staircases just to get some food.
