My journal hasn't been drawing to a close so much as dying a slow death. I will give a full disclosure at a later time, but for now, let it suffice to say that about all I have to my name is the crumbled remains of a broken lease and a somewhat less self-esteem than I had when I started writing journal entries. The last 1.3 years, while rewarding in many ways, has also been a very humbling experience, taken as a whole. And as things got worse and worse for me in California, I did what any person with nothing but desperation does: I fled to Europe. At least that's what every desperate person SHOULD do. This journal entry isn't about Link
back to digest