If only I could be who you wanted me to be all the time . . .
Well.
I finally got all my outprocessing sorted out, all that is left is for me to clear my dorm room and to salvage my car.
I also finally got my new car all sorted out, insurence and everything, just have to pick it up on the 8th.
I've also met someone on-line who has peaked my intrest. They live in Nashville and they say I "Impress them" Completely charming, we'll see.
One would think I should be happy-er.
But I'm not.
At this point I'm just tired and ready to be on my way to the states. I'm burnt on italy, burnt like bad pizza crust burnt.
I'm ready to go.
Also, Chuck, the new dog, is ready to go with me, He's awfully cute. If I ever figure out how to post pictures on here I'll post some of them. Little shit.
Monday I'll be all set, Weds I fly out, Thurs I'll be home for three weeks. I can forget about the nightmare that this place is becoming.
I hate feeling useless, which is probably half of what I'm feeling. I'm officially a third wheel since I'm not working anymore.
But to everyone who reads this, I'll call ya when I get home. I'll be stateside and it'll be alot cheeper.
I hate the fact that no matter how bright the future I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing is perfect, nothing is sacred. I can't not see a flaw. I'm hopeless.
I'm also very tired.
I'll write more tommorrow, lord knows I'm not doing anything.
I finally got all my outprocessing sorted out, all that is left is for me to clear my dorm room and to salvage my car.
I also finally got my new car all sorted out, insurence and everything, just have to pick it up on the 8th.
I've also met someone on-line who has peaked my intrest. They live in Nashville and they say I "Impress them" Completely charming, we'll see.
One would think I should be happy-er.
But I'm not.
At this point I'm just tired and ready to be on my way to the states. I'm burnt on italy, burnt like bad pizza crust burnt.
I'm ready to go.
Also, Chuck, the new dog, is ready to go with me, He's awfully cute. If I ever figure out how to post pictures on here I'll post some of them. Little shit.
Monday I'll be all set, Weds I fly out, Thurs I'll be home for three weeks. I can forget about the nightmare that this place is becoming.
I hate feeling useless, which is probably half of what I'm feeling. I'm officially a third wheel since I'm not working anymore.
But to everyone who reads this, I'll call ya when I get home. I'll be stateside and it'll be alot cheeper.
I hate the fact that no matter how bright the future I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing is perfect, nothing is sacred. I can't not see a flaw. I'm hopeless.
I'm also very tired.
I'll write more tommorrow, lord knows I'm not doing anything.