

I thought I would, but I can’t avoid it any further. I need to write this to be fair to myself and to the people I love. If this diary is how I will remember this time, I should be honest in describing it.
I’m really sad almost every day here and the pain of heartache is a constant companion in this trip. This is why I can’t sleep. This is why I need all this time alone, empty evenings and days. I write like all was good, but it’s really not.
Today I spent the whole day in bed and in the hammock, reading, thinking, planning, taking the time to process.
I thought I’ll write more, but it feels pointless now. I guess I shall just leave this here as a record, for the future me to remember.
xo07u9