I can’t wait to go back home. Just have to stick it out a little bit longer. I’m sorry Dad, whether you like it or not that’s just my choice and just about one of the only things that made me so happy. Hopefully just 48 more days.
I miss you so much. Only five more days, and it would have been a year. There is nobody else in this world I could say was there for me as much as you were. And after everything, I still look at you the same. And for the life of me, I wish you did too. I still got it for ya.
I’ve spent so much time in counseling trying to figure out how to make myself happy, and to finally be happy. Failing time after time. Yesterday, today, and right now I have realized I am beyond happy here, at home, in Spain. With my family who means the world to me. So weird how it just hits you. You realize yourself smiling throughout the whole entire day. Hearing “prima prima” or “nina.” Please, make this last as long as it can. I love my family and friends to death at home, but for once just once in my life I want to do something for myself, and I would trade everything in a heartbeat. I can’t wait to spend the summer here. All of this means the whole world to me.
