Letters to No One In Particular

46 in counting, I’ll be home before you know it and I’ll have 7 1/2 weeks of adventures and great experiences to tell about! Wait for me. :D 

I honestly can’t do 48 more days of this. I can’t. It’s been 5 days and it feels like 5 years. I am getting ill, I wake up with red eyes, my stomach knots at the idea of being here one more hour let alone 48 days. And I need to hold Ashley, I’m fading, I’m falling apart piece by piece, day by day by not seeing her. London is nothing like I thought it would be. 48 days is too fuckin’ long to be here, it’s overhyped, it’s overpriced, it’s culture is so fucking mixed it doesn’t even have significance anymore. Let me come home, someone, anyone, I’ll switch places. You think I’m being selfish, but I’m not. I hate this place and I want to be home, on Grand Island, or in the Falls at her apartment. I want to be anywhere but here. 

is too fucking long to spend in London if you don’t already live here. 

Omfg, I don’t even know what I’m doing here.