freedom and independence

so we went into the city today and saw something so beautiful that it literally brought me to tears. kosova recently (and by recently i mean today) received its independence from serbia. the kosovan's were crowding the streets and flying their flags out of their cars and just going nuts. it was so cool. we stopped one guy and asked him what all the ruckus was for and he explained.

he said he now feels like a real person, like everyone else. he was so happy it was contagious, it got her and i teary-eyed. they can now speak their own language, go to their own schools with no fear of persecution. it was really magical, like ridiculous.

so in the midst of me putting this down, goose came charging in to my girl's dorm and woke everyone up. she had to tell everyone her story of the weekend. after she was done i proceeded to ask her if she knew where kosova was and just put her in her place. it was funny. we hugged, its okay now.

my girl is so stressed. i hate it. there isn't anything i can do. she has to do what she's doing, its hard. i can't help her besides just come up here once in a million days and talk on the phone.

i fly out at 9:30 in the am and actually go to detroit first before heading to fort lauderdale. its cheaper but tomorrow will be purty long. i'll have more than enough time to myself but i don't want to leave. i can't leave her here. it hurts now and it will hurt even more when she takes me to the airport. i'm dying bro.

i think i might just do it tomorrow. just do it brosef. no more waiting.

well i'm heading to sleep cause i gots me a long day manana.

.don't be pessimistic, just be flat.

-Lnk-