Stress

I can't believe I leave in 3 days.
I'm stressing so much, do you have any idea how much shit I brought with me here?
I haven't begun to pack and I don't know how I'm going too.
I don't know how I'm going to find my way to the airport or how to find my gate YOLO.
Theres so much stuff I want to do before I leave. I can't handle thisss.

Also yesterday I went to hung dae for the last time. I ate oodle noodle for the last time. I ate Ben's cookies for the last time. It was so depressing, I hate knowing I'll probably never come here again, and all the friends I made and all the places I've gotten so used to are going to be gone forever.

And heres a story for you:
 last night at 3am Borja had a nightmare that someone came into the apartment with a smoke bomb. He thought it was real so he woke-up, ran into the living room and started screaming in spanish and throwing shoes everywhere it was incredibly scary. So I texted him and asked what happened and it was really funny :')