Freaking out, yes I am freaking out.

I never thought this is going to be this hard. I have 22 hours left here, than I am gone for 6 months. So many things left behind, so many people, friends most of all, so many things I wanted to say.. or maybe not.

I must admit, I am scared.

Will I change?
Will this place change?
How about you guys? Will you stay the same?
What if I never fit in here this perfect anymore?

On the other hand, I know I will suffer, but I know it is going to make me stronger. Much stronger, if I will survive. "Oh as long as I know how to love I know I am still alive" - posh.

I surely cant recall the singer of the song, but Ms Whoever here is a new line:
"As long as I am not afraid of love I know I am still a child."