I Just Want To Be Wonderful

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My flight’s from Newcastle at 2:40 so I’m planning on being there by 12:30 for all that customs nonsense which means I have to get the metro by 11:45 at the latest. Mark’s coming over soon. He’s taking me to the airport. I was going to cry anyway but the idea of leaving this country, and leaving him, is already making me so sad it’s stupid. I’m excited to go home and see friends and family and everything like that, but something about England just feels like home and I’m terribly sad I have to leave.

So there’s this guy and he’s pretty much wonderful and sweet and fun and every single day I wish I’d met him sooner. He doesn’t know about tumblr (or if he does, he hasn’t said anything) and I know I’m going home in 9 days, but I still just want to say that I love him.

i feel a bit strange. yes, i know it’s 5 a.m. and i’m slightly sleep deprived and that might have something to do with it, but i just needed to write it out.

have you ever had times when you feel like you’re being shredded apart? i’m being torn between my head and heart and each decision i make i regret because i can’t stop thinking i made the wrong one. i said the wrong things, i didn’t say the right things, i didn’t kiss him when i should have, i held his hand when i should have run away…these sorts of things. i can’t have faith in my choices. that i have decided something and i’m content. it feels like my heart’s peeling off in layers. each time i think about it i get sad. not in a depressed, cry myself to sleep way…more like a general disappointment in myself.

this is just a ramble and i’m pretty sure no one cares but putting it here gets it out of my head and maybe now i can finally fall asleep without worrying about it.

Why are British boys so precious?

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Just did my makeup using Photobooth as a mirror. The game’s in about 3 hours, but I need to get there earlier because of this fxcking cast and crutches. I hate being injured.

I broke my ankle. 

I BROKE MY ANKLE.

I’m studying in England and I broke my fucking ankle.

I wasn’t even drunk!

I literally tripped over my own feet and broke it on a flat fucking surface.

This is ridiculous.

I’m bed ridden for the next few days and I’m fucking pissed.

Blahblahblah.

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING

:)

and i’ve not checked anyone’s page in ages and feel like such a complete loser

I still love you! (I promise)

Things are good here in England and I’ve made some great friends. I’ll find some pictures to put up soon. 

Message me if you have anything you’d like to know in particular! And if you’re in the UK def hit me up so we can have a mini tumblr meet up!!

xx

How fucking nuts, right?

scrumtralecent asked: I found your blog because I did a tag search for ISEP and your post about getting placed at Sunderland came up. Congrats! I'm still waiting to hear back where I've gotten placed. I think Sunderland was my third choice on my list, so if I get placed there, now I'll know someone else studying abroad there :D

That’s so crazy! Where else did you apply to? I got in for this coming fall and I’m crazy pumped. If you’re anywhere close that would be way cool.

I had to bug my study abroad office for them to give me a definite answer and I’ve got a meeting with my study abroad lady Thursday to iron out the deets. I’m so excited it’s ridiculous.

I need some helpppppppppppp

Okay. So I’m desperately trying to get across the pond and spend next spring semester in one of your lovely universities. Right now I’ve narrowed it down to University of Ulster: Coleraine and University of Sunderland.

Give me your inside opinions please? Like, which areas of the UK do you like the best and where should I go/what should I do when I’m over there?