Day 30 : Feels like a blurred continuation of day 29
02.08.2011
Oh wait, it is.
Smh.
So i could barely sleep at all, when i finally could everytime id wake up sick and nauteous and hot and vomity. It was absolutely one of the worst nights of my life. I couldn´t think, couldn´t talk , couldn´t process. Last night was fun and for the first time like ever i had no shame and was completely confident in everything i was doing, but the aftermath was not worth it whatsoever. All i wanted to do was be home curled up undermy covers with my favorite stuffed animal and have my mom tell me everything was gunna be okay. As cliche as that sounds, i don´t care.
Well i could barely eat but i had breakfast at 430, cola-cao and cookies, and for lunch now at 7, i had pasta that my cousins and i made. Which by the way feel kind of like me but slightly better.
Tomorrow´s my flight home, and its bittersweet but i know im gunna take everything here ive learned with me and be a more resilient, self-relient, happier, more confident person. People have told me while ive been here that i look like i changed from when i left, i look happier, glowing even. And thats really good to hear. On the other hand, because im from here, in terms of face wise i look like nothing new. So i fit in more. But then again theres also the sheer fact that everyone here is as thin as a stick, and if youre bigger than that ( me) well thats not normal. Which i must say bothered me a lot while i was here, and thats one thing i miss about America, our appreciation for curves. Another thing here ill miss is how cool everyone thought it was to be from new york, its really cute. But something i know i def wont miss is the fact that people here have very large opinions, like they think everything in america is a conspiracy and they ask you about it like youre retarded for not agreeing with them. Example, Columbine, conspiracy, the 3rd plane in 9/11, conspiracy, and people as openminded as they can be, have little tolerance for darker people.
ANyways my rants over, and so is my trip here. I´m headed back to tia ali´s, packing my suitcase, and leaving everything i had here behind. Except hopefully, the new me.
Ciao bellas, for the last time.
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