Less than a month until Europe.

It feels unreal. Not just that I’m going to be spending my whole summer in a different continent, but also that I won’t be spending it here.

Worst of all, I’ve never felt so disconnected from my friends. I know that in a couple of months when I miss them all so much, I’ll hate myself for not trying harder to be with them before I left, and even that realization isn’t enough to motivate me.

I’ve spent the past 3 months counting down the days, and feeling overjoyed with excitement for this trip - and those feelings haven’t gone away - but they have been overshadowed.

My insecurities are getting the best of me, at the worst possible time. Hopefully I’ll get a break before it’s too late.

(via ramirezdahmerbundy)