So now I can actually say that I’m leaving for France NEXT WEEK, I no longer want to go. Ignore the fact that I’d fail my degree, probably be killed my by parents and have to spend a year figuring out what the hell to do with my life. I’m so far trying to not think about it…when at this moment in time I should really be getting my act (and stuff) together.
I know I'll love it when I'm there....it's just the getting 'there' part that is posing the massive problem.
EEEEEEEEK!!
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