going down

2 weeks left. i am entering a miserable phase where i desperately cling to everything i have here knowing i will lose it all in an instant. it’s very strange to pick up in the midst of a very pleasant life in which i have everything i could possibly want, and move unwillingly to another completely different life on the other side of the world in which i have absolutely nothing at all and am very unhappy. i am trying to look at it as a challenge but underneath there is something in me that just wants to cry myself to sleep every night instead.