I've been thinking about Bali every single day for the past 107 days.
The beach, the breeze, the blue crystal water, the white sand, the food, the people, my friends, my family and my dog. Every single day I want to give up. I want to quit.
Thinking about making a huge trouble so they will send me home, or get more and more fucked up so then I feel numb, insensitive and careless.
But then, this "super formula" pop up in my head:
JUST DO IT. GRIT YOUR TEETH AND GET THROUGH IT!!
20 more months to go =)