what the hell am i doing?

Today, at best, was lost in translation. Things just didn't go right. 

Thought I woke up at 9am--it was 11am.

Thought I was going to class but found out it was cancelled. 

Felt so overwhelmed by the fact that I would be so alone in this foreign country I wanted to cry (i let a few tears slip).

Burned one of my plastic plates on a burner that made my small studio smell like burnt plastic. 

what the hell am i doing?

Felt paralyzed by this fear that nothing would work out and I was an idiot for doing this.

I felt wounded all day with this want for love, acceptance. 

LOVE ME> LOVE ME YOU BEAUTIFUL STRANGE COUNTRY> LOVE ME NEIGHBOR< LOVE ME

I took a breathe.

went on a walk.

and i'm not that scared anymore.