I’m going to share this again one more time after today but yea. Write me a letter, by March 11. No packages or food or photos in the mail. Thank you. Can’t wait.
I hate days like this where I have mixed emotions about everything. Everyone just irritates the fuck out of me even if they’ve done nothing wrong. I over think everything and all the shit people have done to hurt me and I just think that everyone’s gonna do that to me in the end so I might as well…
Just down the street from my host family’s house (Taken with Instagram)
Bags all packed. Feeling a little bittersweet. Australia, here I come (Taken with Instagram)
Favorite sneakers (Taken with Instagram)
Taken with Instagram