Get me the eff out of here!

At the Heathrow Airport in London. I don't remember the last time I was this tired and uncomfortable. I'm too fucking exhausted to do anything to pass the time, yet I can't sleep no matter how hard I try. The floor of Terminal 5 isn't exactly the most comfortable place in the world. Yet I don't care, I would sleep anywhere. I actually look like a homeless person on the street laying in a mess on the floor but what else can I do? It's just past 3:30 in the morning, I can't check in til around 9 and my flight doesn't leave until 12:45. I feel like I have been here for so long yet I still have 9 hours to go. Followed by a 9 hour flight. But then I'll be home. I've never wanted to be home so badly. I'll probably cry when I see my mom just from the exhaustion of the journey it took to get there.If only I had decided a day or two earlier that I wanted to change my flight, I could have been on yesterday evening's flight that departed an hour after my arrival. But you live and you learn. London isn't the place for me to travel right now and I'm just happy to be saying goodbye... eventually.