Tokyo 2

I’m sitting in Tokyo, definitely not listening to Death Cab (okay that may be a lie) and trying to wrap my head around how I left, willingly, from Korea just a few hours ago. I keep desperately trying to call my boy but something is wrong with his number and I can’t talk to him and I think I’m going crazy. Just because this is our last goodbye for 3 1/2 months doesn’t make it any easier to take than the other ones.
I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t consider refusing to leave, though I know it would have been impossible, it would have been worth it.

I need to go before this turns into another crying mess of problems.