I can't believe this. I'm getting sick of almost everyone. I can't even put on the most fake smile for some random customer at work. It's because I leave in only 60 days...right? I'm not just suddenly becoming bitchy and rude, right?

~Paces~ I can't sit still either. I have to keep doing something. I keep wringing my hands or picking at zits or...something. My hands or my body have to keep busy. And when it's really bad, I pace around and wring my hands. I've become a victim of cabin fever and I'm anxious as hell to get out of this fucking country.

It wasn't real bad until I spoke with Jake and we just...sparks flew all over again. Now I really want to see him again, and then I want to start this damn exchange! It's not like I don't want to savor every moment this is going to provide, but LET'S GET IT OVER WITH ALL RIGHT?!

So now I've vented. Bye.