Two weeks

Fourteen days until I'll be in Texas. I can stop waiting. We can finally start our relationship for real. After almost six months. 

Way too stressed out to be nervous. 

I'm on a bus on my way to Stockholm. I've had two hours of sleep and I ate one egg and a candy. I had nightmares and now I'm a bit nauseated. Too tired, too stressed to be nervous about tomorrow, when I'm gonna be a bridesmaid. 

My brain hurts. And my eyes. I was hoping on being able to sleep on the bus but everyone is loud.