Why must I fall in love with an Italian guy?

Why me? Why an Italian guy? Why? Screw my life. Really, I'm crying like an idiot right now. I miss Italy. I miss Loano. I miss Loano Due Village. And last but not least, I miss Nicola. I just want to go back. Right now. Just going there straight away and coming there tomorrow around 8 and then be able to enjoy my time again. Now all I want to do is killing time. I just saw two new pictures on FB and Nicola got tagged, and I just had to cry...

I just miss Italy so much. And I so much regret not joining any activities and especially not talking to Nicola.

Really, if I could go back in time, I would have talked to Nicola since the first time I saw him. I would have joined activities. I would have done anything I didn't do. I hate myself.

I just need someone to listen now. Someone who will listen to all I've got to say. Just so I can let it out. And not through Internet for once. But the problem is, my so-called friend are sick of me, talking about Italy. My psychologist is on vacation and I don't have the feeling I can tell her everything. My parents.. I don't want them to see me cry. And all they'll tell me anyway is "Well who says he'll be working there next year? If he's the only reason you want to go back there, we won't go." And then it'll all be ruined. And then there's one person left, I guess. My teacher. Well, he's not exactly my teacher anymore. But the problem is; He's the only one who wouldn't mind listening to all I've got to say, I guess, but first of all he hasn't got all the time. Secondly he has never seen me cry.. I kinda think it's awkward... And the third thing is, he'll tell my mom I talked to him. I don't know if my mom's going to be happy about that. :/