Dear Diary,
I feel torn apart. Indecisive is perhaps a better word. The biggest decision I ever have to make and I still feel full of doubts.
Should I live in a country where I am not happy with the person who truely makes me happy? Or be with someone who can take me away from every negavitiy I have ever been exposed to?
I don't have much time to decide anymore... I should make up my mind but both options are so incredibly difficult. I don't know what to do.
Is he the one?Maybe he isn't or just another man trying to fool me, breaking my hearth in the process.
I wish I could see ahead with both possibilities and choose from that... but that is not how reality works.
Growing up, becoming an adult... it is so damn hard without a parent being there for you.