  I hate that I have to go to the cabin for almost 5 entire days. I hate that they make me do that although they know that I'd rather spend at least 2 of the 3 days with my friends.
I hate that they won't let me go back with Ryan on Monday night. I hate that they make me do that. I'm getting scared right now. So scared. In one week from today I'll be sitting in Germany wondering how my friends in America are doing. In one week from today I'll have said Goodbye to the people I love not knowing when I'll see them again. In a week from today I won't be sitting in front of this crappy computer and typing. In one week from today I won't live in St. Louis Park any more. In one week from today I won't be able to hang out with you guys any more. In one week from today everything will be so different.
Too different from me. It's so weird. I saw it coming, of course, I always knew that one day I'm gonna have to go back and leave the people that mean so much to me behind in a country I can only come to to visit. But yet it always seemed so far away...this day when I have to say Goodbye. D-Day. The worst day of my life. The day when everyting changes. But now all of the sudden...it's almost there and it wasn't until a few days ago that I actually realized it.
I hate being at home right now. Everything reminds me of the 7th. My Mom keeps telling me all the things I have to do before I leave. She already brought both my suitcases upstairs and put them into my room. She confirmed my ticket. She is planning on what color my room is gonna be when Evan lives in here. She is planning on what to do on the 8th. She keeps telling me that I have to start packing. She can't talk about anything else but me leaving.
Makes me crazy. Fortunately I'm gonna get out of here pretty soon. I'm gonna rollerblade arounf the lakes with BZ. It's really hot out though. Hope I don't die lol. Oh and another thing guys, DON'T worry about me, ok? I mean, all the stuff I write in here is just what's in my head right now. I'm fine otherwise. Really. You know me, I always think too much. So please, don't let that pull you down, because the last thing I want is you to worry about me worrying too much. It'd just how I am. I'm fine, really. 
