same airport, same mile long hallways, but diffrent clueless wanderers. lay overs are time taken from you which you shall never get back. sitting waiting for a plane, trying to read or write but in the end the time that passes you can never get back. and IN THE END you never get that reading or writing done.
holy shit. i can not even start to describe what has happened over the past two weeks of my life. i wish to start talk of it now but people breathe down my neck waiting to check facebook. fuck facebook. thats another thing that takes your time the you can never get back.
well my adventure was amazing. i learned so much about myself, about the indonesia people (who make us americans look like trash, due to our selfish attitudes and carelessness towards other humanbeings), and about a culture i thought i would never be apart of. i have about thirteen or so hours until i reach the place i call home, of now. i miss just about nothing from the states and wish i was not coming back.
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