have cried for the second time in as many weeks and i just don't know anymore. i feel like this horrible, emotionally unstable person has hijacked my body and i am now responsible for outbursts that do not sound like me, act like me or feel like me.
maybe i've been kidnapped & brainwashed by aliens...
it could just be that i am really really missing everyone back home, but a part of me knows the truth -- despite my usually great ability to adapt to new situations maybe being so far away from the familiar is scaring the beegeesus out of me.
everyone has these moments, don't they? as if the the world is crashing down around them. i am having these moments all too often lately, and am really really looking forward to seeing many familiar faces in a week's time.. because i feel like it will be my saving grace, and my need to succeed in london will find itself again.
until then, i'm going to just snap out of it.
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