For some reason the words “I miss you” just don’t seem to do justice to the real feeling I have when it comes to Europe.
I feel like I just went through a major break up.
I am so sad. A giant part of me is missing and I feel so stuck.
I feel like I can’t do anything because I just compare it to Europe.
I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to see people because I know they’ll ask me how I am, and I don’t feel like lying and saying that I’m great. I also don’t want to say that I feel like sh*t all the time.
I just want to eat cookies and watch sad movies.
I want to take a bubble bath and drink grape juice because oops, can’t drink wine for another 3 months because the legal age is 21 and stupid.
All in all, I feel like my heart is heavy. It sucks and I hate it. I miss everything about my life there and I miss my friends and I miss my favorite places and I miss everything.
This inspirational message has been brought to you by Europe and it’s magnificent capabilities to be the best experience but the hardest goodbye ever.