its like a fucking prison. i hate this, i hate eastern europe cause it reminds me of memories, i hate being dragged around to places i hate, its just so fucking sad. 10 days of this shit. used up all my small talks and fake smiles for the week in one day, so screwed. hate planning for airbnb (not to mention at the fucking last minute did they decide they want it) because of the last person i actually planned air bnb for. i fucking hate the feeling of this whole torture of ten days. what type of a holiday is it when your thought is back into the pool and in the past, your body is aching for a work out and you have to hide your body the whole damn time and just smile. smile that fucking smile that doesnt touch the eyes nor the heart, thank god for shades i guess.