it's unrealistic, and I know I've said I want to do a lot of things; but this is for real.
creaky bus rides filled with valium and discomfort; I can only imagine what other kinds of discomfort I'll have the pleasure of experiencing.
mountain biking with zebras and lions - seriously?
I sit here only to chant about how excited I am to be surrounded by foreign luxuries, also of how shitty I am at school and how my boyfriend can be oblivious. then I realize that there are thousands, no, millions of people in worse conditions and are totally fulfilled with their life; because they don't know any different.
I should really put a harder effort into being less of a pre-madonna.
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