This is quite possibly one of the worst trips I've been on, mostly because of the negativity and bitchiness of some people.
And then, I have to travel with the woman who has no sense of the fact that she's being a typical, rude American...and doesn't understand it when people are rude to her, or why she offends some people.
Ugh.
Now, the people that I have the most issues with are the ones that I continue on my travels with tomorrow... I don't know if I can make it. I haven't been able to mourn my cousin because I've been going-going-going since I got here, and my patience is just wearing thin with everyone...
Generally, I'm fine when I'm here. Tonight I wish that I was home with my dogs, curled up on my couch with them, just enjoying the evening. Instead, I have to spend five more days with them.
FIVE.MORE.DAYS.
I want to burst into tears at any moment...that could be the stress, or it could be the cramps. I hate feeling like I'm a huge mess of emotion.
I apologize. I had to vent somewhere. I felt like I could do it here. I promise not to whine anymore.