These are the few pictures before the downfall.
But I think I’ll just look at it in a positive way. I’ll just become a better planner next time. And the next time, I’ll be screwing everyone and not the other way around.
The first day was fun. No last minute things or worries or whatsoever. We all just went with the flow. Reach apartment, walk around town, have dinner, drink and go mad, laugh like nobody’s business.
When looking at it properly, the first day wasn’t that perfect either.
I honestly hope these people had fun, because their happiness was my priority for this trip. And I’m not trying to be hero here, or sound like a soppy puss. Through all and all, the main thing was fun.
I’m not sure is it an after effect or trauma, but this depression is getting to me. I feel like there’s this heavy burden I cannot lift.