As in Rurouni Kenshin, I find myself travelling from Tokyo to Kyoto halfway through my airtime.

I wish it were April. All the cherry blossom trees give me an idea of Kyoto's amazing beauty. It makes me hate school. I don't want to go back to the boredom and stupid depression. I don't want to be around those people who complain and say negative things every day and then be lonely when I'm away. Japan is the salt thrown on the sumo ring of my life, purifing it. Commonwealth and Massachusetts and the Commonwealth of Massachusetts is an eight hundred pound sumo stomping on my delicate surfaces, derailing my purity with it's heaviness.

I am already sad and nostalgic and I have a week left.

But believe me, this place would have been an ecstatic nirvana three months ago. No words could describe it.