when the plane landed in vietnam, i suddenly got a wave of homesickness and to my own suprise (and horror because i HATE people who cry) i just started bawling my eyes out. i was hysterical. i'm sure everyone around me was like, wtf? she was fine all during the flight. anyways, i found myself whispering "i don't want to be here, i don't want to be here" over and over between sobs.
i have never in my life gotten home sick before. i usually mock people who get it and say they're weak. but i want to go home.
my aunty and uncle where half an hour late to meet me, ('coz they thought i'd take ages) but i was first person off th plane, first thru immigration, my bag came thru first, so that meant i was at customs first too. i just wanted to get the fuck out of there. but no. i had to hang about alone in my emo-ness.
added to me not wanting to be here anymore is the fact that i'm actually sick. no really. it's for real. i come half way across the world to be diagnosed with... ok let's just call it a "womens problem" because i'm too fucken embarrased to say what it is exactly and hellz no will i EVER admit to having it (unfortunately it's not an STD... that would've meant i'd gotten some lmao) so if you were getting excited. nah.
the doctor was like, "holy shit, how'd you last a 10 hr flight?!" i was like, "i dunno, just thought it'd go away eventually." so no work this week for me because i am in recovery. that means no excersise either, and these guys just eat take out 24-7 so i'm probs gonna end up at that half ton hospital LMAO.
i also think that i am gonna get lung cancer coz these guys smoke AT LEAST 2 packs a day each, so yup. hello second hand smoke. welcome to my healthy lungs.
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