Whhyyyy does filling out paperwork have to be so tedious and ambiguously set up? Especially when half of it is in Icelandic? FML.
And why must I be the least responsible adult ever? Whenever I seriously think about the fact that I am leaving, no matter what, in August...I have a fucking panic attack. Part of me wants to up and ~embrace the adventure, but the other (larger) part of me is fucking terrified.
This will not feel real until my parents are dropping me off at the airport, I just know it.
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