You know when people say “No, it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later?”
If it only it were true…Saying goodbye is so surreal. How am I ever going to see this people ever again? We’re an ocean apart. Mierda.
I really can’t come to terms with the fact that I will never be with them again.
I can’t go back to Boston, I can’t I can’t I can’t. Let me stay here or bring my friends to Boston with me.
GAH, i can’t type. Too many emotions flowing, way way way way way too many.