The day

I'm sitting at my friends apartment not far away from the capital of Sweden. Tomorrow is the day I'm supposed to go to NYC and to the rest of America, but I'm not excited at all. Mostly just tired.

I wanna go home...

...that's what my heart says.

Stay.

...is what my umm... I forgot the word I'm looking for... Gah. Fuck it.

I wish my bf was here with me. Everything is so much easier, better, more fun with him. He just makes living wonderful! I've felt tired and "dead" since I left him at the busstation. Love you hun!!

I hope something happens so I have to go home sooner than later. Doesn't matter how or why. Just home.

Peace!