Hello.

So, I've spent all today walking around Dublin looking for
a black shawl and a trench coat.
Why is it that I find so many other ridiculous things that I don't
want or need, but not the things I'm searching for?
It's like my karma is uber fucked at this point in time.
I expected today would be amazing.
Every night before I go to sleep I just lie there and think
about going home, and doing distance ed, and being with friends,
and being completely responsible for myself, and it makes
me smile, but I don't have the guts to actually just email
Jetset and say, can you get me on a plane home.
I mean, I'm in Europe, and all I'm thinking about it being
home.
Which makes me sound incredibly ungrateful, but I don't even
know whats wrong with me.
I do love Ireland though. The weather is a bit of a pain in the arse,
but my skin is so happy.
And the Irish have such cute accents, and say cute things like, 'Grand'
and 'Trousers'. And they are so kind.
Seriously, have never met such kind people.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.
It's like I want to know where my family is going next,
and then I'll decide where I will go.
Once I get that trench coat I think my head will clear out a bit
for some decision making.
Ha, I sound like such a materialistic fuckhead.
I guess I'm just deterring my mind from making a decision,
because I'm scared I'll regret going home,
but I'm pointlessly miserable so it's a bit of a fucked
situation.

Eh, I don't know!