I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been so depressed. I'm jealous of everyone around me having great summers. I can't hardly go on facebook anymore because my newsfeed is full of people having a great time in Italy and Sweden and Hawaii and New York and London and Canada. I'm making people around me depressed. My mom is currently in the other room crying right now and I have a feeling its partly because of me. I just want a normal life with a normal family that actually have jobs and could pay for nice vacations and nice clothes. I always become good friends with people who have more money than me, who do get to go on nice vacations and buy nice clothes every month, who have parents with jobs. I know I should be grateful for what I have, but I can't help wanting what they have. There is little that could make me happier right now than getting a backpack filled with only the essentials (including a camera, of course) and hopping on a plane to Europe. I don't want to travel on a schedule; I just want to take the train all across the continent, get lost in the places I've never been, meet new people and listen to their stories, try new food and capture it all in my photos. I am (and probably always will be) consumed by wanderlust.