I didn’t want to go in the first place, but you can’t really argue with my mother when she has her heart set on something. We were in the airport for over fourteen hours waiting for an open flight, and it went downhill from there. A hurricane, Rick being an asshole, being bored constantly because, SURPRISE!, I don’t like beaches or hot weather and I was stuck in Mexico for a week.

I would like to go to Mexico again, as it was quite beautiful. Hopefully when I’m older, with friends instead of my mother and her boyfriend, and to someplace that isn’t such a fucking tourist trap.