Fucking airplanes man.... theres not a single distance I wouldnt rather drive. If I could drive to Barcelona, but it would take me 2 weeks to get there, I would get in the car now. I'm TERRIFIED of airplanes. Not like... "gee, Im kinda nervous this plane is going to fall out of the sky" kind of scared, but like the type of scared where if I see people on a plane on tv it becomes hard to breathe. I'm not even talking like some action movie, Snakes on a Plane shit. Im talking like:
makes me lose my breath. It makes me so angry that people can just hop on a plane and just be fine, but I haven't slept in weeks because of this and I haven't even bought my plane ticket yet.
I got my passport. Im packed. I have the money. I just pussy out every time I really think about the day of actually having to do it.
I've flown before, but not alone, and even then it was terrible. My mom told me not to go if I feel like this, and so did my doctor, but I just feel like I HAVE TO. Its BARCELONA. Barcelona is my favorite city in the fucking world, for so many reasons. (Hell, I named my cats Thiago and Xavi.) There will be so many girls that I have always wanted to meet there, and so many photographers that I have always wanted to shoot with. I have to go, I HAVE TO. Its 12 days away and I don't have my ticket, I've had the seats on hold for 3 days without actually checking out. I'm so scared, but I HAVE TO go.
Right?
