I’m not excited for the first week in London where I’ll be stuck trying to make friends or go around by myself while trying to blend in, nor am I excited for the last week in Stockholm where I promised my mum that I’ll visit just ‘to see where I came from’ but I am excited to finally start going out again. It’s been months 😩 while I’ve been working like crazy & struggling to study. I tried on an old town dress yesterday & fuck I feel so old now, how did I ever feel okay going out in that thing? 😂😂😂😂
