Past Present and Future

i got 5 hours of sleep. i now have a friggen body alarm that wakes me up at 7. and now it's 9 so it seems only fair to say it one last time.

good morning marshmead.

i didn't believe it when people says it goes so quickly. how can 8 weeks pass like that? but it does. i swear, 2 days ago I was walking down from top shed chatting up the spilsbo trying to make a good first impression.

everyone is saying how they are now at home but wish they were back. is it weird that i don't think like that? i mean, hell, it was the most amazing experience of my life. i had so many laughs, made so many new friends and i'm gonna miss it so much. but when i was having a shower after a village run in week 7, i turned around, and what do i see. my marshmead experience. i was ready to go home after that.

there are so many things i'm gonna miss and it still feels weird to be writing this in my own bed but i'm happy to be home. i missed them all.

so please don't think i'm a heartless rock who feels nothing, the way i see it is theres just no point in feeling sad since i am truly never going back there again.