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.