en route; 
one more day till take off,
and i haven't packed. sure i've thrown in my camera &film, and my cupboard doors are presently open, but nothing's coming out ¬hing's going into that suitcase of mine.
on a lighter note, my toenails now match my luggage bag (aka lavender coloured), thanks to the awesome pedicure treat from my mom. DONT JUDGE ME.
so anyway, i spent the last few days thinking about a lot of things. thinking about how i wish i studied harder or i accomplished more things in life or anything, really. perhaps kenchin is right. this directionless path that i'm on now seems to be putting me in this identity crisis, where i start feeling useless &retarded &what not. but hey. i may have made some mistakes along the way, but that's not going to put me down. i'm going to move forward, even if it means going backwards first.
this trip's going to mean something different for me,
and i'm half-heartedly going as i really don't know what's going to be in store for me when i get back. and the scariest part? i won't have any control over it.
wish i could turn back time; 