Yeah okay. So I'm a little messed in the head, but deep down, I think we all are.
Only two days and im off to see the world, well a different part of the world. And there's a part of me that thinks I won't ever return. Not because I've found a better life where im going but because I won't be able to come home. No matter what I do.
Maybe my plane will crash, that seems to be happening quite often lately. Maybe i'll get kidnaped over there, rapped, tortured, sold to the sex slave. Trust me when I say, my mum is worried about all these things happening.
I don't want these things to happen to me, or to anyone at all. But I have to say, I'm not as worried about these things as I should be.
but in saying that, I've written a goodbye note just in case. My mum is gathering the family for a little "Have a safe trip" dinner. It kind of feels like its a "goodbye for ever" dinner. I mean I'm only going away for two weeks. And lately, i have been walking as though they are my last steps.
Anyway. What will happen will happen and theres nothing much I can do to help that. I'll just have to wait and see how things turn out.