1,215,802,014 reasons to be sad of leaving Bristol

1. hot chocolate with marshmallows (how could i live without before?!)
2. kebab at 2.30 am with Ann and the seller that say you "Ciao bella!" fuck off,they know everything!
3. watch the dawn from my window
4. people that stop you in the clubs and say "Hi,do u remember me?" and you know you've never met them and you trick them God,guys're so stupid XD
5. taxi drivers that ,after i got out from their car, start to talk to Abdullah about me: "Look,you've to take care of that girl,cause she's beautiful" and he's like "Ok,she's not my girlfriend"
6. cat-fights in the night that wake you up but,defenetly,you thanks God that was just a cat-fight and not something else
7. elder people that stop you in the street to tell them where is Temple Mead or do the knot to their tie
8. people dressed as they want not as it's suppoused to be
9. skaters in College Green
10. walk in the Harbour or anyway in all the city
11. english children x3
12. bristolian accent
13. the wind in The Promenade
14. 9 o'clock in front of the Hippodrome
15. sit/ lay down in the park
16. uphill roads
17. the draws on the walls of Start The Bus or if you prefer SUB EHT TARTS
18. tea god,the japanese one was so good
19. UK shops nobody here will have my dress,yeeep!
20. Friday and Saturday night looking for people dressed in a strange way but for them is normal
21. the other 1,215,801,994 reasons i let you imagine,and maybe we share some of them,mate.