From Zambia-Day One Feb. 28

We're at a campsite outseide LIvingstone. We're heading out tomorrow. Plane flight was miserable, couldn't sleep. Now I'm here, 9pm local, 2pm EST, watching people in the pool. So depressing. I had hoped my loneliness would leave me, but it's only stronger. I hear guys talking about how their girls cried when they left. And I'm watching two girls I like in the pool. Oh well, I'll never, or rather, they'll never care about me, especially Megan, so I'll just go back to my tent. Why do I have to feel so worthless?