I hate America.
I want to go back to Argentina.
I know I was only gone for three weeks, but the experience there, was eye-opening and amazing. I want to relive it, or better yet, live it again and again; live there.
I felt like I belonged there. I didn't feel ashamed, or ugly, or everything else I am back outside of home. I need to get out of this comfort zone and find other places where I'm okay.
And I'll be okay.
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So I probably gained a zillion pounds on this trip, but I plan to lose it, and I'll probably succeed in failing, but whatever, it's summer, and I don't give a fuck.
Liar.
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I'm going to try and convince my dad if I can get a lip stud and a puppy.
My puppy will be named Munchi.
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I'm loathing every thought of school I've been having.
There is absolutely NOTHING to do here. No wonder everyone is on drugs and drinking until they can't feel a thing.
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I think I'm getting sick.
Or I am sick.
My throat hurts, I have hardcore jet-lag, a fever maybe [I'm just paranoid], coughing, congestion: the lovely sickness package.
I hate the fact that it's winter in the southern hemisphere and summer here. It should just be fall/winter all year round. Yes.
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I need sleep and I need to stop thinking.
It's not good to be back, but it's nice to be hanging out with Mae again. :D
So I just realized this entry is melancholic, and I didn't intend for it to come out that way, but yeah. WERD.
I know I was only gone for three weeks, but the experience there, was eye-opening and amazing. I want to relive it, or better yet, live it again and again; live there.
I felt like I belonged there. I didn't feel ashamed, or ugly, or everything else I am back outside of home. I need to get out of this comfort zone and find other places where I'm okay.
And I'll be okay.
---
So I probably gained a zillion pounds on this trip, but I plan to lose it, and I'll probably succeed in failing, but whatever, it's summer, and I don't give a fuck.
Liar.
---
I'm going to try and convince my dad if I can get a lip stud and a puppy.
My puppy will be named Munchi.
---
I'm loathing every thought of school I've been having.
There is absolutely NOTHING to do here. No wonder everyone is on drugs and drinking until they can't feel a thing.
---
I think I'm getting sick.
Or I am sick.
My throat hurts, I have hardcore jet-lag, a fever maybe [I'm just paranoid], coughing, congestion: the lovely sickness package.
I hate the fact that it's winter in the southern hemisphere and summer here. It should just be fall/winter all year round. Yes.
---
I need sleep and I need to stop thinking.
It's not good to be back, but it's nice to be hanging out with Mae again. :D
So I just realized this entry is melancholic, and I didn't intend for it to come out that way, but yeah. WERD.