Tomorrow I have to go campingat an all weekend music Festival with my husband and I am so scared. There are going to be at least120,000 people there, all crammed into one little area. I keep telling myself that I survived last year, but it is of little comfort tonight. I still keep remembering all the v* incidents I saw. The alcohol, dodgy fast food and just the amount of people all make v* incidents likely to happen. The festival is even called "the V Festival"


I have tried hard to put on a brave face today as my husband is so looking forward to it and I really don't want to ruin it for him, but tonight my tummy is hurting so much and I am starting to panic. I can't believe I am actually going again and putting myself through all that worry. I wish it was sunday night so it was all over with.


I am so glad that my husband does not drink at all and we take all our own food with us. I just hope this is the last year I have to go through this torture. It really was horrible last year.I am so scared. I am sitting here shaking whilst my husband is asleep, all excited about tomorrow. Why can't I be normal and look forward to it? I should be thanking my husband for buying me a ticket, not sitting here telling everyone I don't want to go.