i'm finally home, which is nice, except that i don't want to be here. after seven of the happiest days i've had in a long while, i don't want to leave london. too late. new friends, new experiences, too many happy moments. now i'm back. i woke up in my own bed in the middle of the night and i didn't know where i was. i want to go back to just yesterday... they were all there, all the time. that's the beauty of group travel. and i was a different person, too. somebody i liked. somebody who wasn't afraid to talk to people she'd never met. somebody everybody liked, regardless of how big of a freak she is. i was my true self, and i can't believe it worked. i miss it already. the people, the places, the weather, the way i never had to be alone. i found people, boys, i could talk to and who welcomed what i had to say. ... now i have to go back to my real life. i don't want to. damnit... damnit! my real life sucks!