In sweden you can come home in the ”morning light” anytime a day. And I was supposed to live my life right, but then, that's just what they said.
I now know what it is that makes you sad and desperate and crying-your-heart-out when you leave an exchange year behind; you don't want to be alone; you can't stand being alone. You want to hide away from the rest of the world in order to keep it from you, but then you die a little bit more when you hide and then you just want to have fun.
But you can't.
