Brokenhearted...
So life has yet to offer me another brokenheart. Yet this time it isnt over a person. Alot of people grow up with huge dreams of what they want out of life. It took me a lot longer to find my dream. I have always known that I would like to move away one day. The question was where??? Then I did my study abroad and life started to make sense. I decided on the perfect major and knew exactly where I wanted to go in life. The past year I have been counting the days until I could move to London. I have been telling everyone that I am planning to go. But I have come to realize that life doesn't always work out the way you want it too. Things have not been working out the way I want it too. I have no money saved up to move to London and no plane ticket. Granted I do have my blue card but I just don't have the capital. My fear is that my dream isnt going to come true. As much as I want to believe I will be headed for London I just don't see it happening. I put my heart into this and I really want this for me. I have been so depressed lately. I realize that my dreams may be crushed and I just don't know how to deal. It seems when I really want something and really get my emotions involved I fall short. I have been doing very good for myself lately. I havent drank in over 26 days and have been way more responsible. But I know if I don't go to London I am headed for a very dark place...